such a lovely mirror
with such fine glass,
and a rigid reflection
that stares back.
when I stand in front of it
I see a pretty girl.
Her fiery red hair,
frames her face like a crown
and freckles dot her face like stars.
Oh, how beautiful is she.
But when I see the image in the mirror,
I don't recognize it.
because that lovely girl,
it couldn't be me.