Looking in the Mirror

A mirror hangs in her room
That’ll bring about her doom
Into it she stares and she stares
Until her look consumes her cares
Trying so hard to like what she sees
Trying to ignore her knobbly knees
To forget about her stringy hair
To escape this nightmare
Of zits and moles and bushy brows
Of skinny b****** and fat cows
Slathering more make-up on
Modesty and reason are long gone
Lost or losing her sanity
Caught up in the cycle of vanity