You are not

How was Mr. Charming to know,
that he would need polish to glow.
The mirror shined on his life,
he foolishly wasted the gift of sight. 
A Prince with a stolen crown,
He, as the knight 
Traded armour for appeal
Traded horse at a steal
Now with the attention he craves
His own self he enslaves
Losing the unconditional love story, for a fictional and gory.

Your Mirror needs light
Your Charm needs fight 
You Battle needs reason
Your War needs treason 
You lack any constitution 
You are just a Reflection 
Not a Revolution