“Poor thing…poor, sweet thing…”

I hear you roar, a desperate sound,

Like the world revolves around your command.

You scream it loud for all to hear,

How utterly perfect you hold dear.

You flaunt your shine, oh so rare,

So unlike the rest of us, you boldly swear.

But darling, truth is a cruel sting,

You’re anything but the perfect thing.

Go on, just take a look,

Your eyes say more than you ever could

Look at yourself.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

You’ve taken quite a fall.

That light you used to wear,

Is gone… I see nothing there.

I watched you sink in my view,

Fell so hard, it wasn’t true.

But you chose that dive yourself,

Now swimming in the dark with your wealth.

There might be time to be saved,

But that would be so grave.

Look at yourself.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

You’ve taken quite a fall.

That light you used to wear,

Is gone… I see nothing there.

I should really feel sorry,

But I'm not too good at that.

You burned yourself

Bittersweet, resigned.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

You’ve taken quite a fall.

That light you used to wear,

Is gone… I see nothing there.

“Poor thing. Be happy in your self-made Hell.”