Mirror, Mirror, upon my wall,

Everytime I look into you I start to ball.

Why am I the first to always fall?

Mirror, mirror, what would happend if I were to starve myself?

Would anyone even notice my poor health?

I feel like a fallen shelf.

Mirror, mirror, were you to care if I cut my wrist?

My hands form into fists,

Whilst the blood pours down my wrist in a twist.

Mirror, mirror, after all these years don't you see?

What you show, is ruining me.

I cry out my silent plea.

For quite a while, it had watched her cry,

so the mirror decided to reply:

"You lock yourself inside of a broken soul,

but one day I promise,

you could lose control."

"All the misery you feel,

It is not true.

It is all found inside of you."