A figure that had resembled mine own,

It met my gaze with a face , hard like stone,

Questions, dismay on the blank face rise,

It's lips contort in jealousy and rage,

Heart darkened with a painful rhythm,

Its mind ,vexed like a tough algorithm,

Soul, so pitiful like minimum wage.

Yet, I placed my hand on it for comfort,

The anomalies heart slowly soften,

Bright colors slowly dyed it's hearts canvas,

Steeled it's spirit around a sturdy fort,

Eyes would ignite and would glimmer often.

I walked off, content, from the mirror glass