A mirror hangs
upon the wall over there,
and as all the boys and girls go to ask,
"Mirror Mirror, art thou fair?"
As they all worry about the looks,
of their precious hair,
they do not see the beauty
that is truly standing there.
When they look upon
that reflection of lies,
they continue to hide
behind that perfect disguise.
Behind the clothes,
the make-up,
and the brand names of them all,
they buy all the lies
the lies that call.
They call out everyday,
that they have no worth,
saying they were born ugly,
ever since their birth.
They say that you can't fit in,
because misfits as they may be,
they aren't cool, if they can't do a little bit of
sin.
Names used to be unique,
appreciated as it was for who they were,
now it's about those "Apple Bottom Jeans,"
and the "Boots. With the fur."
Can't you see dear children?
The corruption before your eyes?
When will you BREAK the mirror?
When will you be free of those LIES?!
God! I can't tell you enough,
all the cuts, burns, bruises, blood and tears,
that I've felt and seen,
I keep asking myself as I ask others,
"Why do you have to be so mean!?"
What is the purpose!
To make others become like you?
Why can't you let them be,
let them be free to do as they do?
Is it so hard?
Is it such trial,
as to call a human for what they are?
I wonder, but I already know, that they always push the limits,
just way too far.
Mirror, mirror.
On the wall?
Who's the fairest,
one
of
All?