Mirror, mirror, down the hall,
In my room and on the wall.
Covered in a grungy sheet,
I take it off, my room complete.
The mirrors reflection is what I see,
but one thing missing, I don\'t see me!
In disbelief, and much apprehension,
my body is filled with grief and tension.
I look inside the mirrors aged glass,
my grief and tension so quickly pass,
My racing thoughts I see quite clear,
reflecting back in this Gothic mirror.
I make a wish, I hope comes true,
it seems like a lot for this mirror to do
Make the kids at school all pay,
for hateful things they do and say
The evening approaches, I get ready for bed,
not knowing the future or what\'s lying ahead.
The moon is so clear, on this dark autumn night,
I hope that the mirror will get everything right.
I awake in the morning and walk to my school,
filled with revenge, I want to break all the rules.
Now at the school, there\'s no mischief to be,
nothing odd or abnormal, from what I can see.
The teachers on time, not missing a beat,
and everyone\'s racing to find them a seat.
Minutes pass by and then cautious appears,
my dream has arrived, a class filled with fears.
Kids burst into flames, from head to their toes,
good kids are spared, as evil passes each row.
I am quite safe, my friends filled with fright,
the mirror claims my victims, massacre delight!