Today I feel pretty
Maybe yesterday I did too
Am I pretty?
Maybe yesterday I asked too
I looked into my shattered mirror
Is it me? Yes a failure
Wht’s this? This pale face and young enigmatic smile
This old eyes with faded desire
I stared too longer I think m hallucinating
A young girl was sat at the corner
I looked behind me,she was staring
Her voice,i wasn’t hearing
I looked around and who’s this?
Who are you? I asked
Does it matter? So she added
The shattered mirror appeared
The young’s girl face disappeared
M still there looking into my reflection
Do I feel pretty?
Does it matter?
Yesterday ?
Maybe?