Mirror, Mirror
Thunder claps and lighting flashes
As she repeats the question I dread.
The one she asks every night
Before she goes to bed.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest one of all?"
Her face curls in disgust
When I reply: "You lie!" she screams.
Whirling around, she marches away:
The lonely ruler; the hated queen.
I want to cry out,
To tell her to stop!
That she will never find happiness this way;
And if she remains so bitter: alone, she will rot.
That she is fine the way she is;
That she doesn't need to change at all;
And everyone's definition of "pretty" is different;
When it comes to ourselves, we should be proud, stand tall.
That it doesn't matter whether you're smart or not;
And whether you're rich or poor;
And whether you're thick or thin;
And whether you're short or tall.
But I am merely a mirror,
An inanimate tool;
That no one would ever believe
Unless they were a fool.
Yes – I am merely a mirror,
Yet with single day
I hear those dreadful words,
Sounding more and more forlorn.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the fairest one of all?"
A/N: Okay, so after taking a...five-year...break, I'm trying to get back to writing poetry. (Especially) near the end, the rhymes seem sort of forced...even I can tell. Then again, I wrote this over a few days during various classes, so...that might be the problem.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Oh, and if you didn't figure it out before - it's from Snow White. The poem is told from the PoV of the Queen's mirror.
Reviews are welcome! ^_^