Poem: Mirror

Mirror, mirror, not on the wall,
but behind the door, who is the ugliest of them all?
It can't be me, not him, not her,
not my friend, not my enemy.

Can it?

Mirror, mirror, hidden by a covering,
full of five inches of dust, why are you so cruel?
It mustn't be me, be him, be her,
be my friend, be my enemy.

Must it?

Mirror, mirror, broken in a heap,
slivers of glass, what is beautiful to those unseen?
It doesn't see me, see him, see her,
see my friend, see my enemy.

Does it?