There once was a girl
Wild and free
Please forgive my cliché
That's how they all tend to be

She caught frogs in the pond
Salamanders in the stream
But she was carried away
Before she even turned sixteen

The reflective waters
Left for reflective glass
Lotions and powders
Replaced forests and grass

She had lost the perspective
Climbing trees can give
She focused on blemishes
Like the point of a pin

Then one sunny day
As she was dressing her head
The mirror fell on her face
And left her for dead