Mirror,
mirror, on my wall
I just want to be thin, pretty, and tall
Mirror, mirror, if
I change my hair,
maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, mirror, if
I starve myself,
atleast I'll be beautiful, forget my health
Mirror, mirror,
if I cut my wrists,
will I feel like I finally exist?
Far too long it had watched her cry,
so the mirror too decided to reply:
"What you think you see? It isn't true.
This misery is found inside of you.
Don't lock yourself in a broken soul,
or I promise you one day, you'll lose all
control."
nmq