we girls were raised to be princesses
to look at every piece of glass
and say, "mirror, mirror"
am i pretty?
am i tall?
do you think that they will love me?
we're only doing what we're taught
by the wicked witches who first told us
the value of reflective surfaces
and maybe put too much value
on the shiny things
because now we collect the sharp things
and laugh at how they gleam
and reflecting more than just our faces
but mostly the parts that you can't see
and i think something must have gone wrong
because i'm less the princess i was raised to be
and more of a damsel in distress
and i'm holding up my broken glass
and staring at my reflection
as the loose shards dig into my fingers
and i'm asking mirror mirror
but all i see is liar liar
and it's reflecting back something i'm not
or maybe i just don't recognize myself
when i'm not the princess i expected
mirror mirror
am i pretty now?
mirror mirror // k.
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this is everything i didn't say
Poetryand then there was one //if you know me, please ask before reading this, it's very personal