The mirror's reflection shows nothing at all,
Not purpose, nor character,
Not love, just a wall
Of clear crystal glass that tells you you're strong,
You're lovely, you're special,
It says, but it's wrong.
A wicked old tale from a solid, cold  pool
That tells you great, but means, you're a fool.
For always it lies, never shows us the truth.
There's no fairest of all, no fountain of youth.
So to discover yourself, you'll do it alone.
For the mirror will lie, so decide on your own.