Mirror Mirror

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?