Mirror, mirror on the wall

It shatters as she makes the call

The fairest? Yes, if fairest be

Carved out by insecurities

She wavers as she walks

Like a leaf too simply swayed

A doll in looks from head to toe

But her heart would never say

Sticks and stones lie in her cheeks

Though caked in make up, the cracks beneath

Reveal the hurt she cannot hide

The whispers of doubt that roam inside

A damsel, she, by mere design

Trapped in the dangers of her mind

A downward spiral of endless haste

A fight for beauty too often chased