A/N: Hello wonderful people! I'm writing a series of poems about different characters (not necessarily ACOTAR) for my friend and fellow Potterhead, Ina, and this is the first one. It's from Nesta's PoV and is about her self-hatred. Happy birthday, Ina! :)
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
the reflection
an embodiment of pride
{it comes before a fall,
Nesta honey, and
when you fall, you fall
hard}
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
peeling away your
cracking masks
because that's all you
ever do,
hide like the coward
that you are
hide behind barbed
wire and ice
{come out, come out,
wherever you are,
you can't hide
forever, you know}
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?
Not you,
Nesta, but then
why would you
let yourself imagine
that you could be anything
like your sisters?
{odd one out, darling,
the strange one, part of
your one-girl
freak show}
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who's the Feyre-est of them all?
Feyre always
loved you
second best
and now
look at you,
not even
third
as if anyone
would love you,
Nesta honey,
as if you ever
could be worth something
to
someone
{who would want
to be stuck with
you
anyway?}
Broken mirrors
truthful lies
and a shattered heart
beneath it all
Why do you run, Nesta? Why
do you cover yourself in
armor when
no one wanted to
fight?
Why?
There
is no answer,
is there?
{no answers,
just an endless maze
of questions and
sleepless nights}
Keep hiding,
Nesta
{it's
all you're good at
anyway}