Mirror, Mirror

[maggiebee]

Mirror, mirror on the wall

You're not playing fair at all.

I'm really now upset with you

For giving this distorted view.

You show my hair is turning grey;

It's just the way the shadows play.

I know that you're not hanging straight

To make me look so over weight.

The way you show a double chin

Is just the way the light comes in.

I think I'm fine but you're so wise

To put such accent on my thighs.

I wish you'd try to be my friend

And tell me I'm a little thin.

Just tell me I look good in jeans

And frilly shirts and pretty things.

Please don't let the wrinkles show;

I'd like to have a pretty glow.

I see you won't respond at all

So I'll just tear you off the wall.