In the mirror of deceit, a visage so unkind,
Ugliness within, an echo of the mind.
A soul, rotten to the core,
Beauty marred, forevermore.
External allure, a mask so frail,
Yet within, a tempest, a wretched tale.
Mirror, mirror, reveal the truth,
Ugliness dwells in the heart, outside too.
An outer shell, repugnant and frail,
A reflection of darkness, a soul unveiled.
In the realm of shadows, where virtues flee,
An ugly truth within, an unsightly decree.
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"I finally understand that a pretty heart outweighs a pretty face.."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
