Mirror Mirror1 min 217 1 min 217
Mirror, Mirror looking back
Tell me all the things I lack
Pointed faces, Walking sticks
Why does beauty seem so sick?
Lips so pale and skin so rough
Why am I not enough?
To their breasts so full of plastic
Too many surgeries that are too drastic
Mirror, Mirror tell me, please!
When will all these madness cease?
Battered bruises, darkened eyes
Too many comments, too many lies
Scarred skin that sticks to bones
Still seeing ugliness when alone
Mirror, Mirror can’t you see
What does this reflection do to me?