She watches me everyday
I wonder what she has to say
when I put on heels to look tall
and wear a garb of confidence though there’s none at all
When I build kohl dams so the streams won’t flow
What does she think ? I still don’t know
When my hair neatly sits in a bun
When all it wants is to dance undone
She watches me as I get dressed
on days when all I need is rest
Does she wonder when the masque will end ?
will she be an honest friend ?
oh mirror , mirror , on the wall
can you show me the real me after all ?