Excuse any mistakes or flaws in my writing; this is not all that edited or revised compare to what I usually do. I just kind of let it out.
Enjoy!
She stands in a room full of mirrors
With absolutely nowhere else to go.
The exits are blocked and the windows are sealed,
And she's stuck seeing what she hates most.
Herself.
From the fake way she holds herself up
And the plastic smile she always flashes,
To the faded scar on her left eye
That nearly made her half-blind.
Staring at her frosty reflection featuring white walls
White clothes
And white hair,
She gazes into her own icy blue eyes,
Glassy and fogged.
There's no emotion there.
She opens her mouth to scream, but she can only plead,
"Mirror... Tell me something...
Tell me who's the loneliest of all."
Flashbacks pull her to the time
When her father told her she'd be the heiress.
She felt so accomplished, but little did she know
It would be her most regretful joy yet.
Years wasted staring at boring statistics
And nights spent crying herself to sleep;
Oh-Daddy-Dear tried to control everything,
From her looks to her attitude to what she would eat.
"Fear of what's inside of me...
Tell me, can a heart be turned to stone?"
He'd constantly beat her in every way possible
Just to see her try and cover up the marks.
"No daughter of mine shouldn't be able to do this!
They're mere bruises and tantrums and scars!"
One day, he got so angry with her
That he nearly took away her sight with his sword as a test.
The result was that gash on the lid of her eye.
It'd hurt, but she'd never in her life confess.
She decided she'd had enough
And honor could be won a different way.
So she backed her bags and her rapier Dust
And flew out to Beacon, hopefully to stay.
She'd never admit it,
But she was
so
scared
she'd
still
mess
up.
"Mirror, mirror, what's behind you?
Save me from the things I see..."
And then she met her, a red blur in the wind,
A mere hindrance in the way of her own existence.
It wasn't until later she realized she simply hadn't known
Of the talents her leader would come to show.
Slowly she learned to care for the girl who smelled like roses,
And she thought of this like a sister or mother.
But time told her that wasn't it at all.
She loved her in the way of another.
Like a lover.
"I will keep it from the world.
Why won't you let me hide from me?"
And her fear only grew, for she knew that her love
Was more permanent and brighter than the stars above.
She took to sobbing alone once more in her room.
Something a heiress would do? No one had presumed.
"Mirror, mirror... Tell me something..."
And as her past crashes down and her feelings spill out,
She lets out a shriek that almost cracks the mirror.
She's so sick of seeing the monster in front of her,
And all she wants is for it to be
gone.
"...Who's the loneliest of all?"
The mirror taunts her.
She pulls back a fist, and with one final cry.
Shatters it, crimson blood staining pure white.
"I'm the loneliest of all..."
"What do you mean?" A voice whispers.
The heiress glances up, only to find it's her.
"You're not alone," she says, smiling with glee,
As she takes her and gently and sits on her knees.
And the red-haired girl, hopelessly in love with Weiss Schnee,
Knows better than to think she's ever deserved to bleed.
I might make a series of RWBY poems about miscellaneous pairings and add this to it once it's started, but that's just an idea.
For now, thank you for reading! :)