Mirror, Mirror
By Ellie B. Ross
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why aren’t I thin, pretty, or tall?
Why don’t you show the perfect me?
The one that everyone pretends to be.
Mirror, Mirror, standing there,
Why can’t you just stop and stare?
Why do you point out all my flaws?
Making me feel the lowest of lows
Every time I hear you speak.
Slowly inside it’s killing me.
Why do we have these arrogant mirrors
That only believe in the public figures?
The models we see on TV,
Oh please, dear God, make that me.
Mirror, Mirror, can’t you see
What you show is killing me?
Every day and every night there’s no escape.
A mirror in sight.
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