Mirror ,
Oh Mirror
I ask you
Crush my ego if you have to
Ye of all truth
So I only ask you
Am I genuinely beautiful;
Beyond your glass door?
Are my intentions as pure?
Metaphorically speaking,
What is the cure?
For feeling ugly on days we look so pretty?
Sunny when we feel shitty?
Stupid yet still so witty.
Mirror, what is pretty?
Is it in me?
Am I reflecting love;
Or is it envy?
I feel my vibrations off your pretty face
The aura of yellow
How sweet it tastes.
