Mirrors are only windows
to self hate and depression

The media only drops toxic bombs
of fake perceptions of beauty
Destroying any chance of originality

Millions of little girl's dreams die
They become more self-aware
But not in relation to the world.
They become self-obsessed
depressed
and continue to live in unrest
until they are dull, gray, and grown.
Their minds, a wasteland

They join the rest of us.
A collective group of "grown" children
with crushed dreams
and bruised egos
Adults they like to call us.