Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
Mirror, mirror on the wall who is worst of them all,
I promise I try to stand tall.
I know I'm ugly, I know im worthless,
My body alone makes me nervous.
You don't have to tell me how bad I am,
You don't have to pretend to give a damn.
My body betrays me everyday,
From my acne to my fat to my hair that never stays.
I'm short and I'm chubby,
And from their stares my arms have turned bloddy.
I fall down in front of them and feel their stares,
How much more of this can I bare.
I will never feel comfortable,
While I will forever and always be vunerable.
To their wicked taunts and mimics,
I will always walk away from endless critics.
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