They poke, poke, poke, some more,
Until your left with nothing...

She's finally lost control,
Her identity...

It always seems that I'm not good enough, I'm...
I feel like a computer being reprogrammed...

Everyday we cry,
Would they notice if we were to die...

She wakes up each morning and puts on a brave...
Prepared for our blows of sadness, each and every...

I'm the uglies girl they ever did see,
But maybe I wonder if they ever saw the real me...

Why are these mirrors so mean?
Why can't they show me what I want to see...

Zit face,
Nerd, Geek...

Sometimes she wonders, maybe if they knew,
The pain they put her through...

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the ugliest of them all...

I'm not aloud to be me,
They locked me up...

They each have a quality.
Something unrecognizable to others...