Mirror, mirror

I look in the mirror

And what do you I see?

This girl who I’ve always wished wasn’t me.

The people have spoken,

The chips are down,

This girl is the ugliest human in town.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who’s the ugliest of the all?

Why me, of course. Who else could it be?

I have scars as far as the eye can see.

Caught in a landslide,

No escape from reality.

Hell, who knows if I have even the

Slightest shred of rationality?

Roses are red, violets are blue

I guess it’s time this girl says adieu.

Goodbye to the world that never knew her,

So to speak.

No one will be prepared when her irrational

Mind reaches its peak.

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