She wore that dress and whispered, ‘It’s nice’
Brushed up with mascara and lipstick, and smiled
And there she is, ready to woo her world
As her mirror said, ‘You’re fine.’

But the road was rougher than she had thought
She fell and bruised herself a lot
The potholes made her dress dirty
And the stones were coarse on her soft skin.

Each time she held out her hand for help
Disappointed to find the ones she trusted had left
Then she remembered her mirror said, ‘You’re fine.’
Thus she got up, cleaned the dirt and smiled.

If you think your path is same
Where puddles and falls are frequent
Don’t forget the mirror that reflects your smile
Believe it with your heart and you’ll be fine.

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