Rosemary, age twelve
Shoving childhood to the highest shelf
Heels up high she's trying to fly
Running down each isle
She spends her cents to perfect her smile
Gloss and lace making up her face
She's peering through, the mirror's haze
She hopes and prays the image stays
What could she be if all they see is
Rosemary's reflection
Whispers down the hall
She hears one word that can make her small
She's lost her glow cracks start to show
Drilling holes in her skin
Painting the lines on her cheeks and chin
Hear her cry while perfections lie
And why believe what mother says
If mothers dread what's in her head
The mirrors bent you can see a dent in
Rosemary's reflection
In between magazines
It's so obscene she's turning green
Anything to be seen
Straighten jaw it's the law
Fight tooth and claw
Remove each flaw
It's still just luck of the draw
In between magazines
It's so obscene she's turning green
Anything to be seen
Straighten jaw it's the law
Fight tooth and claw
Remove each flaw
It's still just luck of the draw
Went to sleep last night
Maybe tomorrow will bring light
To dark to dream, and they heard her scream
Ran into the room
Electric light couldn't shake the gloom
The mirror's cracked lying on her back
Now there's flowers growing by her side
They might seem snide, but they abide
And there they stand, but no one can see
Rosemary's Reflection