He was born with a mirror held in his hand peeping inside it he saw the most beautiful baby in the land The baby was cared for by a widower a man lacking joy a heart filled with sorrow eyes yearning to cry The man was scared to view his image To see his own face in his mirror for he had been molded into a mirage of should's, should-nots, fears & shivers This man saw the baby everyday enjoying its face in its mirror laughing and smiling curiously admiring its own pretty reflection A yearning so deep to be like the happy baby stirred the man into a fit the yearning turned to anger anger to hatred because to him, this felt unfair He tore the mirror from its hands smashing it onto the floor bits and pieces flew away alas, it couldn't be restored the baby was shocked the baby squirmed the baby began to cry wailing and wallowing in a language inexpressible begging to see itself one last time the man felt scared at the baby's wails and wanted to suppress it soon So he showed ...