Hey, Mirror
You have been meditating in Slyvia Plath’s hall,
Now you hang up here at my bathroom wall.
Only you know that I cry,
Others just feel that my heart is so dry.
Its the first time I will have a shave,
Ahead of this I have a journey to pave.
Loyalty is both your asset and liability,
But you will never undermine my ability.
You will swallow my every emotion
That of a little boy who imitates his father,
Or of an old man whose son should take care of him rather.
