Grey Mirror

Watching me,
every morning,
How I admire myself
Arranging my hair,
Studying my young face,
Smiling happy.

Until one day
When you become jealous,
My little mirror,
And stroke me with anger
Altering my joy
With your sadness.
First grey hair,
Was my first life drama,
Then come the second,
The rest was acceptance.
You seem to enjoy this madness,
While I sank in tears.

Now you have to choose,
Be my friend or die?
Asked her on day, seriously.
Silent, like an assassin,
She didn't answer, laughing.

That made me crazy
Overwhelmed, with mad thoughts
I was thinking to kill you.
Once for all, justice will be made.
But, I changed my mind.
I made my hair done.
Nicely, black and shining.
Hope you die now, in disgrace,
Play yourself in pieces!
And leave my hair color in place.