• I pick it up, it's innocent
    It comes neatly in a case
    But when I try to open it up
    It magnifies my face

    It shows me how I really am
    Showcases all my flaws
    At this point I don't dare to move
    I stand, fixated in awe.

    My hair looks like I've never had
    The pleasure of a brush
    My skin looks like, in acne cream
    I could never use enough.

    My complexion is a pasty white
    Not dark enough to tan
    The rest of me hurts to type
    I think I should be banned.

    So with this evil in my palm
    I sputter, and I cough
    I strain my voice, and almost plead
    For the mirror to turn off.