What frivolous minds!
They assume they watch themselves in my eyes,
Little realising,that I note them,
Watch their truth and their lies,
How fake is their potrayal,
And how natural their betrayal,
They may 'look 'pretty or fancy enough,
But their heart and soul is extremely rough!
They say they look beautiful,
The strings of beauty are afraid but to touch them,
For this is my duty to tell them how they look,
So I say,
Y'e outer structure might be pleasing although,
But y'e inner heart is a good man's foe!
Y'e good quality so few,
So short is it's que,
But the bad's thriving is more,
Evil qualities are filled in y'e heart's deep core,
Evil,how evil,oh humans you are,
From good,quite, extremely far,
I pray every now and then on watching a sincere human being,
And that shall please me on seeing!
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A Mirror's Song
PoetryThis poem is about a mirror's view (of how 'it' sees people )
