Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I cute enough to be a doll?
With my hair up high in a ponytail of sorts,
My smile lopsided,
My teeth crooked from a recent fall.
Mirror, am I cute enough to be a doll?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I pretty enough to end grade six?
My hair is straightened and my teeth have braces,
There's gloss on my lips and a hand on my hip.
Mirror, am I pretty enough to end grade six?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I gorgeous enough to become a teen?
There's makeup covering my face and a smile takes it's place,
And now I can hide my feelings with one fake look.
Mirror, am I gorgeous enough to become a teen?

Mirror Mirror, standing big and tall.
Tell me, am I worth enough to live through it all?
No smile on my face and my bones show a bit,
My knees tremble and my tears fall,
Blood streaked thighs and I no longer stand tall.
Mirror, am I worth enough to live through it all?

I adore
The way you smile
When you make
A funny little joke
And everyone laughs

I adore
How your eyes
Light up
When you speak
Of something
You care about

I also adore
Your look
Of frustration
When you can't seem
To concentrate
On a math equation
Because you think it is silly
That you need to know
Such nonsense

But most of all
I adore
Your beautiful laugh
Which reminds me
That life
Is not all that bad
I just need to find
The joy

And when I think about
The crinkles by your eyes
And the dimples in your cheeks
And all the lovely things
About you
I have found joy

{c.m.}

I would like to know
What exactly happened
To my life,
Why it is no longer
Filled with joy and happiness

I would like to know
If I did something wrong
That caused my life
To take a wrong turn
And end up
In this sorrowful place

No matter what I do
I cannot seem to get
Anything right
But instead
I create
More problems
For myself

I am full of sweetness
No more
Instead I am full
Of bitterness
And regret

But the thing of which
I regret
Is allowing myself
To continue breathing

{c.m.}

I say
With such casualty
Every day
That I hate life

That is true,
But there is a deeper meaning
I do not
Hate breathing,
Or hate living to grow old

I hate
All the pain
That life brings
Upon me
And the fact
That I cannot control
That pain

But instead
I trust
A piece of metal
To help me
Control it

{c.m}

There's a sharp
Peice of metal
And it is staring at me
With such intensity
It makes me sink
Into my skin

The metal
Is dull
And lifeless
But it contains
Great power
Over me
And my thoughts

Most would not think
Of this metal
The way I do
And they would not fear it
Or wish it to bring
Harm to them
But I do

I have learned to
Need the metal
And I have lost
All willpower
To control my impulses
And I can't think clearly
When I see that peice of metal
Sitting oh, so innocently
Staring at me