Dronee
1
The mirrors that whisper
Without question, an answer
Who tell you who you are
When you were not asking
They were but whispering
Alas their soft sibilant whispering
Pointing out your flaws
Glossing over the best
And enlarging the rest
The mirrors that test your resolve
By showing you what they want you to see
The dark distorted image of tragedy
When the beauty in trying
Is unreflected in their saying
But alas the mirror's distorting
Is but a reflection of themselves
Without question, an answer
Who tell you who you are
When you were not asking
They were but whispering
Alas their soft sibilant whispering
Pointing out your flaws
Glossing over the best
And enlarging the rest
The mirrors that test your resolve
By showing you what they want you to see
The dark distorted image of tragedy
When the beauty in trying
Is unreflected in their saying
But alas the mirror's distorting
Is but a reflection of themselves