Mirror…mirror
I look at myself into the mirror
Am I still the little girl I used to be?
My mom calls me her sweet innocent child
She adores me the moment she wakes up
She loves me still until the end of day
I am growing so fast,
It makes me scared
Sometimes when I used to play tantrums
Am I still my mom’s sweet child?
Sometimes when I hurt her little
Am I still an innocent child?
Mirror, mirror, please tell….