Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Help me refuse my dear friend's call;
Scars and spots riddle my face;
My own reflection a bitter aftertaste;
Help me, help me! I don't wish to see;
The flesh that banshees feast with glee;
Mirror, mirror on the wall;
Let me see the face of a mannequin doll;
Snow White's end I push to see;
For I see the wicked queen in me.
— Anastacia
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PoetryA compilation of poems about love, reality and distorted fantasy. Thoughts to words - Touch to feelings - Sight to memories - All I can offer to you in writing. - Anastacia Cover belongs to its rightful owners.
