Title: Mirror, Mirror
Genre: Poetry
Mirror, Mirror, on my wall,
I just want to be pretty, thin and tall.
Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair,
will someone start to 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, can't you see?
What you show is ruining me.
For far too long it had watched her cry,
so the mirror decided to reply,
"What you think you see? It isn't true.
This misery is found inside of you.
Don't lock yourself inside a broken soul,
or I promise you one day, you'll lose all control."
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