Our Mirrors

Beauty is an incantation our minds sing, so we never know what others think only what our imagination grow of we come to believe " pretty " is a make believe we could never se on us ourselves so we glorify fakes instead of praising our mirrors we've all been called this magical word and still fall short of ourselves don't know about you but I'd look in the mirror and be disgusted we consider makeup and hair supplies even diet pills a form of happiness but it's just the real distraction, so darling put away the high heels and the devils red dress because sweetie on the inside your still a mess and those artificial things can't make you anymore of what you already are an imperfect angel who'll soon shine like a star