#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...

I sat beside it, not to see my face.
I am scared of what it shows.
I know my reflection, but anyways
I don't want to see it , 'Cause it show my flaws

I want to accept my...