Morning 9 AM to 11 AM
I was in front of a mirror
That was twisted and turned
And was full of options to deceive
Even my oldest enemy out there
‘Selfie’ they call this
When I stare at my laughing nerves
Seldom I liked my smell before
I had bought my first perfume can
That was full of unknown aroma
Yet I loved it as myself
Selfie, now I have a phone with a camera
Selfie, I had a dressing mirror so old
Both of them are silent and watching
The silent side of myself
I was in front of a mirror
That was twisted and turned
And was full of options to deceive
Even my oldest enemy out there
‘Selfie’ they call this
When I stare at my laughing nerves
Seldom I liked my smell before
I had bought my first perfume can
That was full of unknown aroma
Yet I loved it as myself
Selfie, now I have a phone with a camera
Selfie, I had a dressing mirror so old
Both of them are silent and watching
The silent side of myself
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