Mirror Mirror On The Wall-

-there  was  a  mirror  on the wall  , it  was  a  magic  mirror  and  an  ordinary  wall, but  the  woman  who  admired  her own looks  was  no  ordinary  woman  but  an  extra  ordinary  woman   with extra ordinary  looks, , that  is  the  flavour  added  to  the  fairytale, chasing  every  fairytale   has  a  hangover  on me  that  lingers  in my  mind  dulling  my  senses, i  spend  more  time  speculating  and  pondering  over  the  points  not  necessary at  all  for  my  present  of  past  or  future  because  fairy  tales  are  not  real, but  the  idea  of  a  mirror  that  can  judge  the  beauty  and  measure  in parameters  set  by  its  own  standards  is something   i  can  applaud, mirrors   are  surface  reflectors  of  others  surface and  beauty  is  surface , ever  heard  of  any  mirror  that  can see  through surface  into  the   soul  and  measure  goodness
-i  went  to  a  local  party  where  all  women  gathered  to  outshine  each  other  ,   some of  them  out  did  their  own  identities  and  personalities ,  they  were  n  longer  themselves  but  pretending  to  be  someone other than  themselves, it  is  the  mirror  in our  own minds  i  think  that  lets  you  know  who  is  superior  and  who  is  not  up  to  the  mark
-why  do  we  sometimes  feel  so  low  because  we  lack  in  virtues  and  attributes  we  desire  desperately but  see in others  for  which they  are  adored  and  admired  and  lacking  it  in us  we  tend  to  imitate  them  without  dignity  and  uncaring  attitude  and  arrogance   added  weigh us  down  , we  stop  low  mirror  is  in our  soul  , only  we  know  the real  us  inside  us,  others  do  not  see  us  as  we  do  , 
-our  civilities  are  the  walls  separating  us  from others , we  want  to  be  admired   but  first  of  all we  mist  learn  to  admire  ourselves  and  for  that  a  simple  clean  heart  is  needed
-so  the  party  was  on the  swing  and  i  was  in a  corner admiring  others, some  dresses  were  attractive  but  the  women who  adorned  them were so  snobbish  , others  who  were  attractive  to  look  at  were  not  polite  and  civil, some  were  there  for  their  social  status  others  for  their  family  status, some  for  their  position and  some  for  their  husbands or  fathers  or  some  reason  that  pushed  them  to  be  present  in the  party
-i  secretly  asked  the  mirror  within -who  was  the  most  beautiful of  all
-like  always  i  got  the  expected  reply from my  personal  mirror  in my  soul -i  was  myself  the  most  beautiful  for  being  me