Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all?
"Not you of course," it tells you.
At least inside your mind.
Your face is too big
Arms too small
And sometimes you're just not pretty enough.
The thing that drives you to draw blood though
Is when you realize you'll never get the happy ending.
If you understand you've been there.
With lowest self-esteem.
And maybe you had once wondered
When it would ever end.