The Eye of the Beholder

Ruthy Faith
Copyright 1999

Mirror, Mirror, by my side.
Can it be that mirrors lie?
I look at you, and cannot see
The beauty that's inside of me.
"I wish I looked like you," they sigh.
I wish I saw me through their eyes.
Someone is lying, who can it be?
My friends, my mirror, or simply me?

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