Mirror mirror on the 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
At least I will be beautiful, forget my health
Mirror mirror, if I cut my wrist
Will I feel like I exist?
Mirror mirror, don't you see?
What you show, is ruining me
YOU ARE READING
They will be missed
PoetrySome die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
