Mirrors
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the prettiest one of us all
We’re all so quick to ask this question
But we’re much to slow to learn the most important lesson
Beauty is all of what’s inside
But- with makeup- it’s what we hide
We take over an hour to prep for the mall
Thinking out attitude matters? Not at all!
The skinny girls choose to put them through Hell
So the nice ones choose to starve themselves
And on their pain and suffering evil feasts
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I beauty or am I the beast?
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