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Mirror, Mirror, on my wall
Why when I look in you, do you fall?
When my reflection shows, you shatter
Please tell me, what is the matter?
Is it me or is it you?
If it's me, what can I do?
I put you together again each day
But every night ends the same way
Maybe today I'll leave you on the floor
So you won't see me anymore
Or I could tear apart my face
And everything could be replaced
I'd probably look worse than ever
But maybe to you it would be better
-after surgery-
Now will you look, I've changed myself
All for you, not for my health
As expected you still hate me
What you hate, I'll never see
And so much money wasted away
I wonder what my friends will say
But I changed for you I'll let them know
You figure they'll know? It kind of shows
So mirror, mirror, on my wall
I'm different now, but still you fall
Shatter again, see if I care
This time I'll just leave you there
Today you lay upon the floor
And my only move is out the door
Mirror, mirror, I'm bruised and sore
But I don't need you anymore
*This poem can be taken for how it's written, in the literal sense, that a person changes to make the mirror on the wall (or themselves) happy with who they are.
But, I really wrote this in reference to people changing to make others happy. In the case of some relationships, either partner expects the other to change if they ask them to. It's better to let someone live as who they are, than to change them to be like you, or how you want them to be. That's the message I basically hoped to convey with this poem.
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