I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.
Mirror, mirror if I change my hair
Maybe someone will start to care?
Mirror, mirror, if I cut my wrist
Will I feel like I exist?
Mirror, mirror do you see?
What you show is ruining me.
For dark too long it had watched her cry
So the mirror decided to reply,
"What you THINK you see? It isn't true
This misery is found inside of you.
Don't lock yourself in a broken soul
Or I promise ONE DAY you'll lose all control.F
Author Bio:
I'm 14-years-old, a young writer. My hobbies are reading and writing. Smart friends and family encouraged me to keep writing. All I need is motivation ❤❤