The Magic Mirror

The magic mirror- he doesn’t show

But everything he claims to know

Is everything she wants to hear

Not his truths or blatant fears

Afterall he is a mirror

He cannot speak in wicked tongues

Nor cry or shout from inside his lungs

He praises her, his dear, his love, but it never seems to be enough

She begins to fall for herself

All her faults and wrongs erased out

A tiny dancer with a perfect frame

While her partner goes on stage without a name.


He and her become we and they

“The perfect couple” they always say

But mirrors fool and mirrors lie

They seldom ever criticize

The mirror was the ideal disguise

For all the anguish he had inside

He found it easy to give her love

But never found his own self-worth

He’s damaged now and cracked and mean-

All for a silly beauty queen…



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