Mirror, Mirror, in My Hand... [poem]

There is a standard set up for me Everyone says "that's what you should be" But I don't want to be perfect Fake, pretend - it isn't worth it I want to be free, to make my own pretends We're all who we are, who we are in the end So I think I will pass On "pretend you're like me" And be who I am, and what will others see? A girl who is sure who she is in her heart Not a "princess" who every morning will start With a question, unanswerable, yet forever asked: "Mirror, Mirror, in my hand "Who is the fairest in the land?"