A pretty girl, she always wanted to be
Her naturally butchered eyes bulged
Betrayed her deeply ingrained wish
To be a mirror’s friend, she wanted
All they did was frown upon her
She punished herself religiously
surrounding herself with mirrors
Screaming all day long at the face
This was no tragedy, a proud mother
Hiding behind her own demons
How could she be a safe haven
For such an abomination
Love and hate kept dueling
White powder and that bourbon
Emptiness filled her carcass
Years kept rolling on the wheels
Women of house they both were
Lost in their inner sanctum
There could be no recognition
Mind corrupted with reborn filth
Mechanized tubes filled with smoke
The mirrors were remnants of glass
The shards etched vertically
All across her fragile skin
all went right, she had let go
Of all the squalor, the mirror face
Mother had her final drunken stupor
She saw the girl, all colored
Sleeping so peacefully
Now she was finally pretty.