Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall: have I got it? 'Cause Mirror, you've always told me who I am...

I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect...

So sorry, you won't define me. Sorry, you don't own me.

Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be? Who are you?

I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do...I won't try, no, I won't try. You don't define me...

Mirror, I am seeing a new reflection...I'm looking into the eyes of He who made me and to Him, I have beauty beyond compare.

I know He defines me...