A Collection of Original Poetry

The Crown

As a child, she was told she was a princess,
Every day until she believed it.
She'd see her reflection in a spoon,
Because she couldn't reach the mirror.
She'd fix her crown and smile,
"I am beautiful."

By the time she could reach the sink,
Her crown had gotten tighter.
It didn't seem to fit
The way it used to.
But by the time she could reach the mirror,
The mirror that would show her the crown,
She saw what she never wanted to see.
It was who she was, through the eyes of someone taller.
Now her crown no longer mattered.
She started to wonder
"Why aren't I beautiful anymore?"

Instead of toys, she wanted makeup
Instead of dresses, she wanted jeans
But her crown was with her still.

Where she used to dream of castles, she dreamt of needles.
Dreams of fairies turned to blades.
Dreams of jewels turned to nooses.
And as she stared into that mirror, the mirror that she so desperately wanted to reach,
She could only see the tears on her cheeks,
And the blood on her wrists.

And with one tiny slip,
Her crown became a thorny collar
And the jewels became drops of blood.
Her prince became her enemy,
And her castle became her tomb.