In my mirror
I see pain
Something somewhat misshapen
Perhaps just a day in the rain
In my mirror
Not fit for a verbal description
Lives a girl
Living on pre-prescription
In my mirror
Is quite an ugly thing
No matter what you call it
It's only what dark can bring
In my mirror
There is a beast
Misunderstood and assimilated
And utterly diseased
In my mirror
Lives a calamity
From breeding grounds
Born to live without amity
In my mirror
A euphoric lapin
Observes this sanity
Of a world perfectly misshapen