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Mirror mirror, on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? Waiting there, proud and tall Here I'm stopped in my tracks Before me now, the mirrors cracked All the different me's stare back Smothered by the sight of these I'm losing count of all I see Who's the reflection, them or me? My sanity is wearing thin Their reaching now to pull me in Not my fault, but still a sin How do they all fit inside? Brought to life with every lie Am I crazy? I can't decide... How am I supposed to feel? My body's what they aim to steal What is false and what is real? Each of us wants control But only one can have that role If I lose, am I still whole? Each of them is me in part All of us were one to start Somehow I've all but fell apart So how do I put us back together? Is there hope for one so severed? Am I stuck this way forever? No one can see what's gone amiss Perhaps there is no fixing this The real me, I will surely miss I guess it's not so bad a trade Someone else steps up when I'm afraid My mind is more than a little frayed That's what it is to be a girl unmade
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
Girl Unmade
Mirror mirror, on the wall Who's the fairest of them all? Waiting there, proud and tall Here I'm stopped in my tracks Before me now, the mirrors cracked All the different me's stare back Smothered by the sight of these I'm losing count of all I see Who's the reflection, them or me? My sanity is wearing thin Their reaching now to pull me in Not my fault, but still a sin How do they all fit inside? Brought to life with every lie Am I crazy? I can't decide... How am I supposed to feel? My body's what they aim to steal What is false and what is real? Each of us wants control But only one can have that role If I lose, am I still whole? Each of them is me in part All of us were one to start Somehow I've all but fell apart So how do I put us back together? Is there hope for one so severed? Am I stuck this way forever? No one can see what's gone amiss Perhaps there is no fixing this The real me, I will surely miss I guess it's not so bad a trade Someone else steps up when I'm afraid My mind is more than a little frayed That's what it is to be a girl unmade
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Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
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