Mirror, mirror on the wall....
I wonder why I look upon
with such hateful a glare and judgemental eyes
My mirror, My mirror on the wall
makes fear that I am not fairest of them all.
I wince and hide like a scared ally cat,
to afraid to look at the self that is me
afraid of the stares
and words as if they could psychically hurt me.
I changed my clothes,
so no one could find me.
I kept my head down,
so no one would look at me.
I am afraid of what they will think,
and for some reason their opinion is obsessively important to me.
I am no snow white,
I shall not have a prince,
or the happily ever after
no, it simply won't end like this.
I have doomed myself to be cold and hard.
To block all others out,
to put up a wall.
I tell myself it is for the best,
but in the back of my mind.
I know the truth;
I've let the mirror on the wall judge and make a fool out of me too.