Mirror,mirror, on the wall,
Who is the prettiest of all?
Is it I?
The girl with ever changing eyes,
The too wide smile,
Rough,pale,skin girl?
To tall,to pale,to ugly, with no avail…
No mirror, I suppose it is not I,
I hate you mirror,you make me sick to see that reflection and I just want to cry!
I was told I was beautiful,
But what do you care?
Why do I look to all these things
To make you happy?
I go to camera and he says the same as you,
Things like you,mirror,make me so blue.
I wish I could tie you up in my shoes,
And show you what it's like to be unpretty,too.
"Yes…you are not pretty,"says mirror,"you are Be•You•Tiful…"
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