Mirror, mirror, on my wall.
I just want to be pretty and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair,
maybe someone will care?
Mirror, mirror, if I starve myself,
at least I'll 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
| Her Story |
PoetryShe wanted to cry. She wanted to die. She lied. She cried. She died.
