Mirror mirror, on my wall I just want to be pretty and tall.

Mirror mirror, if I change my hair will someone care?

Mirror mirror, if I starve myself at least I'll be beautiful, forget my health.

Mirror mirror, if I cut my wrist, will I exist?

Mirror mirror, don't you see? it's what you show that's killing me...

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Okay, basically in this poem the victim, or rather the sad one, is depressed based on looks. This is rather common, but I have not experienced said depression because well, I've never really cared about "looks" per say, just personality. To be honest I can't relate to "looks" depression, more so words. the meaning is mostly this: Said person starts will one accusation then another. like, "oh I wanna be pretty, so let's dye my hair." then that leads to "oh hair didn't work and I'm chubby anyway soooooo let's eat less." and that eventually escalates to "nothing worked, I'm being ignored, and I feel (insert feeling)" and self harms. Depression (I do know) goes through stages (most of the time), you don't just slip into depression (in most cases.)

~TSG