Mirror, Mirror Poem by Alyssa Diane

Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the prettiest of us all?
I know it’s not me,
I know it’s not she,
So who shall it be?

I’m accident prone,
I have a sliced up wrist,
A broken bone,
I can’t walk straight,
I can’t go home.

They stare at me,
Call me retarded,
I can’t help but listen,
And cry and cry and cry,
But as I stare up,
I see the sky,
And finally realize,
The meaning of my life,

So mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Pick up these pieces,
Mop up the blood,
Hide the bodies,
I’m gone.