Will this face ever learn to forgive the mirrors harsh replies?
And will these eyes come to realise that the mirror can tell lies?
Why is it when I turn away I can’t forget the mirrors rage?
Is it the image in my mind that keeps me in the mirrors cage?
How can I shatter the illusion and see what is really there?
For this constant craving for perfection is more than I can bare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem