Oh, mirror. Why do you make me so pretty? Mirror, mirror. So shiny and bright. I look so pretty in your glass. So pretty. Why do you make me so pretty?
Long, pale blonde hair cascading over pale, bare, freckled shoulders. Bright blue eyes hiding underneath long, thick lashes. Soft curves and smooth skin. Pink lips smiling at a reflection that is oh, so pretty. Pretty. Mirror, why do you make me so pretty?
Oh, mirror, why do you make me so pretty? Mommy says it’s in my blood. ‘Toire says it’s who I am. Who am I, mirror? So pretty.
Oh, mirror, my mirror, on the floor, shattered, broken, on the floor. Mirror, my mirror, why, oh, why? Why do you make me so pretty? Did you think it would help? It didn’t.
Broken pieces
on the floor,
I don’t feel pretty
anymore.
He came to me
with his goofy smile
and made me feel
really worth while.
His quiet wisdom
and shy looks
and kind words
and stacks of books
gave me meaning
beyond my face.
My reflection
has gone to waste.
Broken pieces
at my feet,
I feel loved.
I feel complete.
Mirror, mirror,
on the floor,
I don’t feel pretty
anymore.
He makes me feel
beautiful.