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Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
She stares at her reflection
Contemplating this new rejection
She’s always searching for perfection
Without ever connecting
Mascara runs, blackened tears
The culmination of all her fears
“You’re not enough” is all she hears
As cracks in her façade appear
Make-up for a masquerade
She tells herself it’s not about getting laid
She just wants to make one stay
Before she grows old and gray
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Another day, another lie
Deep in mourning, but she won’t cry
Suppressing every question, why?
She wants to give up on love and life
Another man in her bed
Another man she won’t wed
The shame in her sinks like lead
It’s a lonely path she treads
Always ready with a smile
Hiding that this game’s a trial
Tells herself, she’ll give up… in a while
Shattered dreams of a rosie aisle
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Beauty is all she ever wanted
Super model magazines leaver her haunted
Memories of a childhood, taunted
Searching for a reason leaves her daunted
All her friends think she’d great
And she suffers through another date
Her heart padlocked behind a wrought iron gate
She’s lost herself, ‘til there’s only hate
She’s tired of the dating game
The conversation’s always the same
“Hi. How are you? What a pretty name…”
The monotony’s driving her insane
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Deep down she just wants to feel
Something true and something real
While she pretends singledom isn’t a big deal
And the fissures inside refuse to heal
She wants a prince to whisk her away
Like she’s a damsel in distress that needs to be saved
Not locked in a tower, but a suburban cave
Porch light on, as if to show him the way
She knows that life’s not a fairytale
She’ll have no kids, to whom a romance she can regale
In the mirror her face is drawn and pale
And this loveless life, feels like gaol
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
© Indie Adams 2011
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
She stares at her reflection
Contemplating this new rejection
She’s always searching for perfection
Without ever connecting
Mascara runs, blackened tears
The culmination of all her fears
“You’re not enough” is all she hears
As cracks in her façade appear
Make-up for a masquerade
She tells herself it’s not about getting laid
She just wants to make one stay
Before she grows old and gray
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Another day, another lie
Deep in mourning, but she won’t cry
Suppressing every question, why?
She wants to give up on love and life
Another man in her bed
Another man she won’t wed
The shame in her sinks like lead
It’s a lonely path she treads
Always ready with a smile
Hiding that this game’s a trial
Tells herself, she’ll give up… in a while
Shattered dreams of a rosie aisle
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Beauty is all she ever wanted
Super model magazines leaver her haunted
Memories of a childhood, taunted
Searching for a reason leaves her daunted
All her friends think she’d great
And she suffers through another date
Her heart padlocked behind a wrought iron gate
She’s lost herself, ‘til there’s only hate
She’s tired of the dating game
The conversation’s always the same
“Hi. How are you? What a pretty name…”
The monotony’s driving her insane
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
Deep down she just wants to feel
Something true and something real
While she pretends singledom isn’t a big deal
And the fissures inside refuse to heal
She wants a prince to whisk her away
Like she’s a damsel in distress that needs to be saved
Not locked in a tower, but a suburban cave
Porch light on, as if to show him the way
She knows that life’s not a fairytale
She’ll have no kids, to whom a romance she can regale
In the mirror her face is drawn and pale
And this loveless life, feels like gaol
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who’s the prettiest of them all?
Not me, not me…
© Indie Adams 2011
Published 26th Nov 2011
| Edited 1st Jul 2012
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26th Nov 2011 3:04am
28th Nov 2011 00:14am
26th Nov 2011 5:14pm
Eyes are the mirrors of the soul. What can you see in a mirror that you cannot see by closing your eyes?
Here is a brief poem I wrote 10 years ago while feeling as this poem reminds me I am even older and less pretty.
"Born Ogre"
I don't believe
Someone so beautiful as you
Could ever fall for an Ogre
Could ever feel love in your heart
For someone who looks like me
I know for sure
Someone so fool hearted as I
Could never let go of the dream
Could never close his empty heart
To someone so fair as you
Created On: 10/31/2001
I very much relate to Shrek and I know how it feels to have the heart so desired by those with eyes that tell lies. jj
Here is a brief poem I wrote 10 years ago while feeling as this poem reminds me I am even older and less pretty.
"Born Ogre"
I don't believe
Someone so beautiful as you
Could ever fall for an Ogre
Could ever feel love in your heart
For someone who looks like me
I know for sure
Someone so fool hearted as I
Could never let go of the dream
Could never close his empty heart
To someone so fair as you
Created On: 10/31/2001
I very much relate to Shrek and I know how it feels to have the heart so desired by those with eyes that tell lies. jj
28th Nov 2011 00:16am
28th Nov 2011 4:34pm
"Deep down she just wants to feel
Something true and something real
While she pretends singledom isn’t a big deal
And the fissures inside refuse to heal"
To see one's reflection and be able to truly reflect is always a formidable feat that some of us are unable to recognise or accept.
We all, as humans, want to have and keep something real. I thought this was very well written and the depiction is great.
Something true and something real
While she pretends singledom isn’t a big deal
And the fissures inside refuse to heal"
To see one's reflection and be able to truly reflect is always a formidable feat that some of us are unable to recognise or accept.
We all, as humans, want to have and keep something real. I thought this was very well written and the depiction is great.
9th Jan 2012 4:28am
15th Jan 2012 8:28pm
No matter how we want to give up, sometimes life insists we should, but hope... Springs eternal. Just when you think you're lost all hope, you find yourself still hoping. Yet to give up would mean no further disappointments, but we hope eternally.
17th Jan 2012 1:58am
Thanks Rayne. True, hope is eternal, even when some of us it wishes it wasn't lol.
