You silly Object of Fame
How come you and I are exactly the same?
Shouldn't I be taller and prettier?
And should I not have to ask these questions?
But you cannot even hear me!
Perhaps you cannot see me either
For I've asked you to be ugly, time and again
And all I see is perfection
What is this alien game you play?
Sometimes I'm left to wonder just who is who
Am I the mirror...or are you?
