#shatteringexpectations

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all?

No please don't tell me, I know what you'll say

I'd really rather you just go away.

But there you will sit like the kings on their thrones

and I'll bow my head so you can throw your stones.

I wish I could tell you your judgment was wrong,

but your lips form a familiar song.

It sits on the lips of she whom I despise

and how could I say my own lips tell me lies?

Between broken sobs and amidst fallen tears

a soft gentle voice falls on my ears.

It says I'm imperfect -- this voice from above --

but that doesn't mean I'm not worthy of love.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

I'm not the fairest of them all.

The standards you set weren't meant for me,

everyone's different, I wish you could see;

my beauty isn't that of the girl down the hall.

I wasn't made to be gorgeous and tall.

I wasn't made to be athletic and charming

and to be honest I find the idea alarming

that you constantly tell me I must qualify

and you said it so long I believed the lie.

But the voice says I'm meant to be so much more

than a face in the mirror I've come to abhor.

I'm me through and through -- every scar and mistake.

I'd rather be damaged than spotless and fake.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

I'm the fairest of them all.

So you can keep your lofty expectations