I looked
into the mirror, Then, as
a tiny toddler. From
right behind the mirror My
sister mimed at me. I
stretched my hands to grasp, And
guide her to the fore. It was
nothing but blankness For my
sister was never there. I then grew up To know
the mirror well. It
changes me for the better, And
moulds me to what I want. The
fairy in me kept whispering Gauge
your looks Touch up
your face, Rouge
your cheeks and redden your lips. Believe
in mirrors For,
there is never another friend, Who can
carve away a few years To make
me look the best. The
mirror on the wall Beckons me closer. Like an
earnest friend To guide
and to transform. The
mirror panders In
covering up the truth. But it
makes me feel good, Like a
steamed mirror wiped clean. I look
into the mirror Just
before I leave For it
makes me walk tall. In a
theatre or a mall. I have a
friend in a mirror A friend
I always need. An alter
ego to myself. The one
I can never leave.
