Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Will you grip me when I fall?
Fall victim to sheer vanity
Will you fetch my sanity?
Beauty dulls as time ticks by
Please afrrim me in my lie
Youth & beauty please imply
Impress & entice me when I cry
Aging grace apon my face
Lines of wisdom falls in place
These lines are maps to prove my glory
Display my sad subconsious story
Mirror, Mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see
Fool my eyes
Mislead my mind
Reveal my reflection veinly refined
-Amina