The Mirror and I


Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

Why, oh, why, can't I be tall?


Straight hair is but a fleeting dream

I'm always last picked for every team


I wish I could be lithe and fair,

but wait, is that chocolate over there?


My mirror shows me what it thinks I am

But that's just its opinion; I know better what I am


Someone with a loving heart,

Love so unconditional, no matter how far apart


Who spends their time watching Doctor Who,

but is always willing to say Allons-y, too. 


A friend that sticks closer than a brother,

but also worries like your mother.


So, Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,

It matters not what names you call.

I'll still be the fairest of them all.


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