Stopping for a moment and checking myself out,
In front of that object which reflects a ditto of me on the opposite side.
If a little force is applied,this object will shatter and become nothing more than shards
Yes,this object portrays me so accurately as a perfectionist!
"Mirror,mirror on the wall,who is the fairest of them all?'cannot be expressed,
Since, I am not an Evil Queen from the fairy tales.
They say fairies do not exist and concentrate on your math assignment,dear child,
Teaching me pragmatism and facts by overlooking those diminutive molecules of fantasy that breed and grow in me like a vermin.
I have stopped checking myself out.I have stopped!
Because I prefer these broken shards of fantasy and imperfection,rather than going for an attractive mirror which reflects my false perfection.