Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Picture perfect, porcelain doll.
That perfect body and human desire,
They say she's a tease, sets boys on fire.

She looks in the mirror, searching for admiration.
But all she finds is mutilation.
A broken beauty. With makeup, she hides.
Hiding scars, hiding lies.

Hand-shaped bruises plaster her body.
Her daddy loves her,
And thinks she's a hottie.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
Reflections shatter, blood falls.

She tried to stop him,
He held her tight.
Pushed her around,
Made her fight.
His sadistic game
Played out of spite.

One swig too many,
His eyes turn to glaze.
Her anger and pain
Have built up a blaze.

One missed step and a roll down the stairs.
The smell of ***** and a broken neck.
A broken heart, released into freedom,
Wet eyes look down at the wreck.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
She's the fairest of them all.
Hand-shaped bruises fade from her body.
She knows her daddy was very naughty