Mirrors

Mirrors also lie They lie right before me eyes They lie that am ugly with how I look They lie how alluring I look occasionally They lie and I hate it Mirrors lie that my structure and shape is ideal Mirrors says that brows should look, as of a model So I shape and colour them brown I walked down the busy streets and not one hello I smiled before the mirror and known I looked at best I smiled at strangers and not one recognition Mirrors lied how my dressing was impeccable The magazine girl wore the same and she was fabulous Boys had her pictures all over their room, in adoration I stood before the mirror and looked fabulous They humiliated and spat on me How did the mirror, mirror on the wall elect snow white? How did the mirror, mirror on the wall embrace the magazine girl? How did the mirror, mirror on the wall not favour me? I no longer need to look at the mirrors because they lie I desire to look in my heart, where the spring of truth I am going to be my own self saved from the worldly confusion There will never be lying mirrors in my walls again