Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the most hurt of all?
The boy next door
Tortured and beat by his father own.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the ugliest of all?
The girl walking down the road,
With heart so cold,
That she did not sweat
When planning here friend's death.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the happiest of all?
The child playing in the ground,
With innocence so profound,
Love being the only thing
To which he was ever bound.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the best liar of all?
It's me sire,
But(mark the clause),
Continued mirror with a pause
But it's only when,
What's inside is not desired.
YOU ARE READING
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