In search of truth I look no further,
Than the mirrors honest reflection.
It simply cannot manipulate,
The form it must copy is mine.
If I am unhappy with what it reveals,
It is I and only I to bear blame.
The mirror makes no judgement,
Yet it strips away false hope.
I have waned in this endeavour,
To keep my shape and physique.
And although it has no means to do so,
The mirror whole-heartedly agrees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem