Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
who's the saddest girl of all?
Standing, thinking, "Don't you weep!",
knowing secrets hidden deep.

Scrutinizing tiny marks,
bends and curves, protruding arse.
Pull it in and push it down,
What's this bump? Another found!

Feel disgusted, fight the tears,
Keep it close a few more years.
Don't you let them see the truth -
the symptoms of your painful youth.

Fingers feel where eyes can't see,
stroking out their scrutiny.
Wince again then let it go,
'Cause baggy clothes won't let it show.

Turn around, not quite so fast,
you have to make the study last.
Not allowed to miss one bit;
they'll see it first, and god forbid!

Inspection ends, the day begins,
but still I gaze, for all my sins.
Draw yourself away, for me?
Paint your face, don't let them see.

One more day is all you need -
ignore the pain, deny the greed.
One more day for telling lies,
one more night to close my eyes.

When morning comes perhaps it's gone
and maybe I'll be shined upon.
Or maybe just the mirror breaks.