Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Reflecting what is in its sight and all

Of life’s rise and  fall

Be it short or tall

Whether it is big or small

By choosing either  to walk or to crawl

Either to finish it quick or choosing to stall

Either by going under or leaping over each wall

What does the mirror shows?

Is it happiness?

With a face so bright and a smile topping it off?

Is it sadness?

With a face so pale, spelling emptiness and sorrowful feeling?

Is it anger?

With face flushed in red, filled with only rage and hatred?

Or is it a bit of everything?

For there will always be some who are feigning what are felt

Hidden under a mask they created

  

It’s not about what is shown

For the correct way to look at it

Is what are chosen to be seen

By those who were looking at the

Mirror, mirror on the wall