I always stare at myself in my mirror
And watch as my reflection glow
I was contented with what I see
Because there's an ideal woman to be
That gave me so much confidence
But I didn't bother to look for evidence
And so I was filled with horror
When I looked at another mirror
I wasn't tall but small
I wasn't so smart after all
I wasn't what I believed to be
My damn mirror lied to me
My reflection has now been broken
But I'll try to build it again
And this time it won't be fake
The best one that I can make
Written
09 August 1998
by: the Teenage Lady Olivine
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