Mirror mirror on the wall.
Who's the prettiest one of them all?
What is that thing?!
Hey, what do you mean!
I see no reflection of a delicate rose.
Watch your mouth!
All I see is someone who strikes a lewd pose.
Don't make me shout.
You dress up for attention.
Maybe later get injections
Well that is none of your intention.
Your rotten to the core.
Inside and out.
I don't want my glass to reflect it anymore.
Now I am going to pout!
Nothing there that is elegant.
Not even a little, not even a bit.
I am beautiful!
Why don't you stick that in your skull!
You treat the real beautiful ones like trash.
Make them feel like nothing.
You even said to one " I hope you burn to ash!"
However those people are going to be something.
Just like now how you think you over rule.
How you are the queen of the school.
In the future they're going to be the boss of you.
There is no longer a little girl in that body.
Just someone who is a Barbie.
I hope this lecture makes it clear.
When I break I don't want to see any crocodile tears.
Because you fakeness is turning me into a broken mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Mirror
General FictionAs I see in my school I notice there are a lot of Barbie Dolls. I wondered how do there mirrors or cameras feel when the Barbies apply there makeup. I wrote this poem to show you guys my own perspective if a mirror could talk. I hope you enjoy it :3...
