Potato-Latke

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, I refuse to be your china doll. With your minions wielding microphones Your gorgeous, dazzling, Barbie'd clones Your lies, your smiles, your peddled "cure" Your help, your love, your "Just a little bit more..." "A little bit farther, and you'll lose who you were. A little bit better, and you'll be just like her." Mirror, mirror, at my feet, Cracked and gone like once-was me, Stop begging, stop pleading, Stop lying, stop needing-- Let me go. And leave.