Mirror…you tell me what's right and what's wrong

You are the only one in this whole world who tells me the truth

Others…I don't like others, cause they lie

I am what "I am"…so why don't they tell the truth?  What do they gain of lying? Is it 'pleasure' or 'jealousy'? Why aren't they candor with their thoughts?

Ugly…I know I am ugly…but it hurts when they call this ugliness 'beautiful'
A muddled word about my looks won't hurt me

Oh, mirror! You are my best friend 'cause you don't lie

Heart gets hurt when they hilariously tell that I am good-looking or looking good

Do I look like a 'birdbrain' along with 'ugly'?

I don't have any complaint with my ugliness nor do I blame almighty for my looks…

Maybe…it's a part of my sins from my past life that I'm not cognizant of

But…they don't care about my feelings, do they?  Oh, NO THEY DON'T!!

I wish you could talk to me…I wish we could have a long discourse on our true friendship

But alas! I'm not lucky enough to have a little chat with such a gorgeous friend like 'you'

You are my well-wisher and you tell me of who is 'lying' and who is 'lying'…because there is no one who speaks the truth

I wish…my wish could be fulfilled…talk to me…please talk to me for a minute my true friend!!!