My mouth just wants to utter something
That I would have been thankful, if in the table I would bring
A mirror that sees
Not just the face but the soul
seize the sparkle of your eyes in every goal
traces not just the smile on the corners of your lips
But the reason that made you do it cause nevertheless
Isn't every individual beautiful?
Every aspects have something to glow for, may be awful
if in something you also want to shine
But cannot afford cause it's a crime
Forcing, always will be an abuse
And if you force yourself to glow in place it'll be no use
because in a matter, if it's a fact
It cannot be refuted, but acceptance must knock
Mirror mirror, in the wall
who's the fairest among us all?
A stupid question that makes you feel dull
Because the answers in line never ends with only nine
It's painful, make you feel less worthy
As if, not glowing, not being like a fairy
Would bring your impact on people less
Or will weighten down the value of your mess
Are you sure you're not the one putting problems in your desk?
People may find so much value in your shell
But the mirror I said awhile ago, is a people that you must never bail
Because it sees the shell, but focus on the soul
It traces the shell, but look further for your ghoul
What a night and shinning armor, if people would be more like that
Would not just based entirely on face
But will also value the things people find dead
Mirror mirror, in the wall
At this crisis who'm should I call?
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One Hundred Fifty
AcakFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
