• When she walked in the room,
    Everyone said she looked fantastic,
    She knew she was doomed,
    Because she walked out,
    Unenthusiastic.

    Was she really as pretty as they had said?
    She wanted to believe it,
    But the anger got to her head,
    So she's the only one who doesn't see it.

    When she walked in the room,
    She saw her reflection,
    She knew she was doomed,
    Because she looked in the other direction,
    Without asking questions.

    She doesn't want her conspicuous side to fear her,
    Who they knew had no shame,
    Unlike her psychopathic side in the mirror,
    Who she knew was full of pain.

    Everyone said she was masochistic,
    Being surprisingly mischevious,
    She said they needed to be realistic,
    Being angrily serious,
    She admitted that both of her sides loved being pessimistic.