The Distorted Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, You're not playing fair at all. I'm really now upset with you, For giving your distorted view. You show my hair is turning grey, It's just the way shadows play. I know that you're not hanging straight, To make me look so overweight. The way you show a double chin, Is just the way the light comes in. I think I'm fine, but you're so wise, To put some accent on my thighs. I wish you'd try to be my friend, And tell me I'm a little thin. Just tell me I look good in jeans, And frilly shirts and pretty things Please don't let the wrinkles show, I'd like to have a pretty glow. I see you won't respond at all, So I just tear you off the wall.