Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not in this game show we call beauty, manipulating our addictions and obsessions in warped figures that others will enjoy then throw away for the next contestant.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not the one’s whose shadows only find them in light then leave when darkness comes to wash them away in a tidal wave.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not the gossip that spreads like wildfire amongst the broken trees wishing for the eavesdropper to find the words of glue and mend them back together even if it means the downfall of another unstable tree.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not the vessels mindlessly traveling through this world of life, being told what to do and when to do it, how to act and behave, how to be another programmed robot amongst all the others to afraid to go against their creators just like them and become human.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Not the darkness that eats our hearts whole when we hear the cries of an innocent child, or the screams of a defenceless woman, or the booming voice of a man.
Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
All of the missed connections that could be repaired not by the image of temporary beauty.  Not the shadows that have come to be our only friends, yet still leave us in darkness and return in light.  Not the words that can be glue to fix us at the price of another broken tree.  Not the mindless vessels, programed like robots too afraid of what it is like to be a human.  Not the darkness that eats our hearts listening to others misery.
Mirror Mirror on the wall you are not the fairest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall you show everything wrong that we wish was right.  You show us the lies that we wish did not exist.  You show us everything that destroys us.  You swallow us in your reflection of everything that we wish we were not.  You are the reflection of the evil in the good.  Even in your shattered glass, you will still show us as our broken selves.