There was a mirror,
Forgotten by all,
It wasn't that old,
It wasn't big or tall.

Just small mirror,
Ordinary these days,
In fact, in this mansion,
It used to have it's place.

The mirror was special once,
Thought, not at a first glance.

It was hold by many hands,
Now, what mirror has that chance?

It was once proud mirror,
Not seeing things that were minor.

People, who held it,
Felt so many pain,
As he said how bad they looked,
They never were a same.

He didn't understand
Beauty that's inside,
He couldn't stand a fact,
That he wasn't right.

He started to hate himself,
When rust came over him,
Pretty mirror once,
Laying next to bin.

Yet he still couldn't understand,
His mistake, his real friends.

He couldn't understand,
That what he did was bad.

So, there he was, just sat,
Waiting for someone
who may pick him up
And end
All the suffering he felt,
And all bad that he left.

-The end-

A/n:
Those stories are kinda getting outta my hands XD

(Cover is only illustrative, i found it here: https://webapp.zedge.net/browse/wallpaper/?id=10413157#featured)

Nvm, hope you enjoyed the story!

-Sany-