In The Mirror Poem by Abby Bilan

In the mirror, I see
Those mischiefs, wondrous world
Inside my mind, where I see
I hear my chuckles and screams, hurled

Idiots are meant to be patriots
Of what their heart beats for
Glimpse behind your eyes
And let it hit the skies

For what I believe
I sealed your thoughts
I steal your momentum perceived
Hey, guy,

Just look at the sky
Fill the spaces by your wisdom
Wordy intelligence is worthless
Without your magic

Magical mind
Thrown into reality
Where any blind
Can glance into eternity

Be less of their impressions
Be deprived of deceptions
Be famous for your expressions
Be rich of purposes

For when you found your glory
Is when you find joy
You find your purpose
You found brilliance in you
You see yourself
In front of the mirror