Her mirror looked at her,
Closely, it peeped within her soul.
It knew she was different today,
Her eyes, her aura was different today.
Freckling stained pattern on her cheek
Was there something she wanted to speak?
Numerous thoughts gravitated towards her,
Like an overpopulated cluster of stars,
Though they seemed to have their own wars.
But her eyes reflected oceans,
Yes, they seemed unusual too.
Brimming with water,
Yet dazzling with glitter.
The mirror knew things were bitter,
But she was learning to walk through the clutter.
Isn't everything in life a contradiction,
Making it look like pulp fiction?