Mirror Mirror on the wall, Have I got it?
'Cause Mirror you've always told me who I am
I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect
So sorry you won't define me
Sorry you don't own me
Who are you to tell me
That I'm less than what I should be?
I don't need to listen
To the list of things I should do
I won't try, No I won't try
Mirror I am seeing a new reflection
I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me
And to Him I have beauty beyond compare
I know He defines me
You don't define me,
You don'y own me! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mirrors lie, they tell us what we want to hear, even the magical ones, it's good that you have started relying on inner convictions! :)