The mirror on the wall,
Was a gift that hurt her life
When she turned eighteen
And was told to climb the mountain high

Her visual was criticised
When the society standard was fair and all pretty eyes
Even a word was neglected,
As she was a girl child

She bore it all and the nights were filled with silent cries,
Not even the tear drops were seen
When she pretended so fine

She followed every footprint
And left herself undefined
Now she's infront of the same mirror,
But couldn't see herself reflect and smile

And in the dark who can see one's true self reflect in disguise

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