Mirror...Mirror

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.