Nearly scribbled out. I mean it seriously, despite my lack of concrete religious belief, and nearly-humorous attempt.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who is fairest of them all?

Do I need to pinch and pull my skin

To convince myself that I fit in?

Is it worth it to bitch and moan

When you listen with ears of stone?

How can I get through to you

And make you show that which is true?

I know you lie, I know it's false

But still you show without remorse

The wrongs, the errors, and mistakes,

That in his haste,

God makes.