The Mirror

I wake up one day and see a mirror Did someone place it here? I look into it and see the reflection It has everything but a different person I wonder whom would that be? She answers I am you to be. Curious, I ask how is it there? Smiles and says, it is how it has been there. Wonder, Isn't there going to be a change? Smiles, Didn't you notice the change? I didn't like the person standing in front of me Anger, you never liked the person standing in front of me. I turn away realizing that is me, She is no more there unlike me. This was the change I was blind to, I think what is it that I didn't do. Strange feeling in need of development, Jumping on to the next step of attainment. I see the mirror one more time, She says you did well this time. I see everything has changed, along with her But there is no change in the stare. It dawns, everything requires a transformation, Except for the individualistic obligation. When the world works on showing your bad reflection, Alter your mind not the character to see a good reflection.