The Mirror

Picture perfect.
Thats what you tell yourself.
Blinded by the mirror.
Clear like the lake you drown in.
Buried alive in your designer clothes.
You walk your runaway.
Attracted to the shiny things.
Flocking like a parrot.
Isn't it sad.
Isn't it sad.
That the first word you were taught was money.
Isn't it funny.
Isn't it funny.
That parents think gifts replace time spent.
That love can be so easily bought.
Its too bad.
Behind the princess's mirror,
Her people are dying.
Believing her world to be so,
Picture perfect.
She doesnt even bother to look up.