She was ne'er worth there time
They jeered and scorned her.
she never understood why.
She had ne'er done harm to them.
For they were too pretty.
Maybe there was a hint of longing
To know there gift of beauty.
They called her gawky and gangly
with the nerve to say it to her face
It hurt. She had all this strength
and the pretty girls words hurt
and then she remembered
The commoners hated her when young
she tried to play with them. but they were mean
And hateful. They said that she needed the gowns
To look pretty. Hide the ugly.
She ran to the palace fountain and Cried at her reflection.
It twisted with the drops of tears that hit the water's surface
Her features being grotesquely askewed
They were right.
The Queen sat at her daughters side, and asked what was the matter
"Mother" said Princess. "The children call me ugly."
"That is noncense my dear. You have the beauty of a Queen"
"I am ugly!" the Princess insisted.
"My Dear. They do not see your heart."
The Queen smiled tenderly at her young daughter
"They see the outside. It is what is inside that matters
On the inside, everyone is beautiful"
She would always remember that lesson, though it was never proven.
And her mind snapped back to reality, as the girls pointed and jeered
"She'll never amount to anything. shes too strange"
"Too strange to be pretty- to plain to be strange!"
As they laughed and giggled, tossing peroxide hair
She Cluched her jewlery box, and freed its inhabiting jewel.
She Let the jewel take her, and transform her.
Bring her insides out.
They didn not notice, for they were distracted by the boys.
They giggled and waved, batting lashes.
The bat of a lash turned to the widening of a frightened eye.
As Girl number one saw girl number two fall
Fall to her knees and hiss as her essance was drained.
The mist seeped from two, into the hand of a dark girl.
She smiled with Emphatic dementia.
Then quickly made sure Two would never recover.
One screamed, it lasted but a second.
The Psychotic soldire was quick.
It was like salting a slug, really.
Just not as salty, and alot more slimey.
The mist from One coiled up Psychotic's leg
Into her outstretched Glove-ed hand
It solidified into a jem of pure brilliance.
And reflected in the Soldires eyes
She smiled fondly, at memories near forgotten
as she closed her hands round the gems she thought
"Mother was right. on the inside-
Everyone is beautiful"
mar 21'02