Mirror, mirror, on my 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’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.
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 in a broken soul,
or I promise you one day, you’ll lose all control.”
– Lisa King