Mirror, mirror

(Written for the mirror, mirror competition)

Mirror, mirror.
On the wall.
Who is the fairest of them of all?

It's not me.
That much I know.
But the pretty girls?
Why, they just put on a show.

Surgery and make up,
these things aren't fair.
Against natural beauty,
they simply can't compare.

And yet,
society says otherwise.
Beauty is perfection,
not the girl who cries,
from wishing she could see,
the girl in the mirror,
she desperately wants to be.

And so to be her,
she uses lies and deceit.
Another make-up clad girl,
parading fakely down the street.

And everyone says,
'Oh look over there,
Yes, the girl with the make-up,
Oh, isn't she just so
fair'.