Mirror Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
who's the fairest of them all?

Shall I allow you to dictate what fair is
An image that is seen differently by all
who dare to stare and bask at all whom
are not them for we exist in a time where
hating yourself enough to change is self care


Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?

Is it not the one whose soul one must
stare into to see the layers; blood and tears
that have softened them to the point
where no matter what you throw at them
they think to themselves she has a reason
for being who she is and I love her

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
the fairest one is us all

The End

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