Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the ugliest of them all?
Could it be me with the bad skin
And the opposite of thin
The one who laughs too much
And goes quiet with a hush
Who has friends but no invites
Brushes off the words that bites
Never cries in fear of vulnerability and weakness
And is now numb and dreamless
Who’s life is a lazy mess
Doesn’t do anything and still has stress
And to the mirror on the wall
I must say I’d have to be the ugliest of them all