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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