pretty things for pretty girls

is not the mirror my enemy?

the beast from which I've long been hiding?

oh you wretched creature

come out and let them see you

oh you horrid monster

come out and let them eat you

but they can't feast

honey, don't you ever listen?

I don't know exactly what I'm missing

don't you want to know anything?

what is there to want in me?

listen to me

oh just listen to me

'cause I can tell you

so many things

I can't even begin to explain

but I think your words

are in poor taste

quiet, darling

oh, you'll see

what am I supposed to be?

the pretty girl

they steal her things

they defile her mind

and they clip off her wings

the pretty girl

they cut out her ribs

they feed her to dogs

and they feed her to pigs

darling, they just don't know what to do

with a sad sort of girl like you

I am of sound mind

but broken form

is to be armored

to be ignored?

is that what you think?

is that what you want?

honey, I know you've been through a lot

but just listen here

I'll tell you what

you're just a slew of nothing for them

devoid of form

waiting around

leaving the sounds of your silence

so then

they can drag you down

and hope you drown

in your perfect, self-constructed pen

suddenly the mirror and I

seem so much more alike

and it's not every day

that I'll eat shards

(darling, now you're just a little more

perfect)