"Mirror, Mirror, lie to me,

Show me what I want to see."

Do you remember me, from Snow White?

A mirror with dangerous sight.

I am often cast to the side,

The looking glass that cannot lie.

Often times 'tis the queen in center stage,

The wicked witch, beauty's slave.

Else it's the girl, the innocent child,

Pure and good, kind and mild.

Maybe the dwarfs, seven strong,

Whistling and working to their miner's song.

Rarely, it'll be the prince, handsome and brave,

Searching for a worthy maiden to save.

But never I, the one who started it all,

From the rise of vanity, to the wedding ball.

But here comes my new owner, what will he say?

What need has he of a seer today?

"Mirror, Mirror, help me see,

Show me who I ought to be."