"Mirror, mirror on my hand.
"Mirror, mirror on my hand. Who is the happiest on this land?"
"Mirror, mirror on my hand. Who is the happiest on this land?" A lovely girl locked on her tower,
"Mirror, mirror on my hand. Who is the happiest on this land?" A lovely girl locked on her tower, Smiled at her miserable reflection.
The voice on the mirror said to the lost girl: "Your highness of no royalty, Ye beauty of faith none. No one has the agony As you have long harbor."
"But that can't be true! Poor people have hardships and sufferings! The rich ones are never satisfied!" The girl shouted with her eyes fuming in anger.
The mirror chuckled with a trace of mockery: "That is your problem, my dear girl. You always compare and belittle yourself. Your actions are only empathy to others And forgetfulness of your own existence."
"That is not true! I am a selfish person! You madame! You saw me owning the most beautiful gowns, jewelries and suitors of mine combined. You hate me for that, don't you?" The girl replied while pointing at the mirror on her wall.
"Then why do you give yourself to everyone who doesn't even care? Why continue the affection to the undeserving people? Why do you begged everyone to love you the way you did to them?" Queried the mirror in its ghastly grin of truth.
Shaking her head, she paced back and forth Taken aback by its infallibility, The girl concedes defeat.
"But... I am happy. I love myself. I really do. I care for others because it is a good thing to do." She whispered whether to the mirror or to herself.
Yet the mirror suddenly boomed: "Lies! Stop fooling yourself! If you are happy, then why weep at night? If you're happy, then why you never felt it? You're trapped inside of your own delusion of joy. You keep feeding thyself with other's pleasure instead of your own.
You think you will ever be free when you're being a slave to everybody? Stop fooling around! You can never be happy if you can't even accept yourself. You can never be free by isolation."
"I have my people caring for me, magic mirror. But I don't want to be a burdensome of my toxicity." The girl sighed, ashamed of herself.
Thus, the image of herself stared back. Full of promise then consented: "Well then, you won't be happy after all."