Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Tell me what you see.

Tell me if it’s beautiful,

Tell me, is it pretty?

Don’t tell me of such things

As kindness, confidence or care.

Don’t bother with the insignificant

Things that can’t compare.

Don’t tell me of belittled traits

Like boldness, brains or bravery,

Don’t tell what’s not important

To them, and hence, to me.

Rather, tell me if you see

A sparkling diamond or ruby,

Perhaps something wildly fanciful

To which they may envy.

After all, what matters most is

To be worshipped and adored.

To be beautiful and popular,

Surely it means you have it all.

But mirror, mirror, on the wall.

Tell me what you see.

Tell me if in 30 years,

I shall seem happy?

Once my sparkle dims

And all that’s left is within,

Tell me if I'm still adored

By those who once adored me?

Tell me if they left because,

They have less time for me.

Or is it simply that they saw

The mere rock I’ve come to be.

What then of those who stayed,

Had they truly once loved me?

Had they loved the inner ruby

That continues to blaze within?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Tell me, then, what you see.

Tell me of all the things

That truly matter to me.