Flying Away || Poetry

Evil?

Before the villain
The hater
The mean girl
The awful woman
She was just a girl
Standing in the mirror
Wanting to be loved
In the other room, she heard
The fighting, the yelling, the slamming of doors, the leaving
She was alone
Nobody loved her
She had glasses and braces and freckles
Her beautiful, bright blue eyes, small smile, smart girl,
No one saw, no one cared to, no one thought to.
Over the years, her heart turned to stone
Her mind to steel
Her soul to the color of ink
Her emotions to the poise of a rose, with the same deep crimson hardness
And her face to the most beautiful in the land.