she likes the color yellow

mirror of truth

blue eyes stare back.
acne prone face, pale.
blonde roots growing in.

forever,
i thought i was real.

yet,
I was just a mannequin.

i can't bear
looking at my mask.

the world sees me:
a girl.

but inside,
i'm tortured.

stuck between what
society accepts
and
what i want.

i was daddy's princess.
i was never a prince.

i always longed for it,
deep down.

but society gagged me
with lies and conformity.

i can't stop changes.
they terrorize me,
these truths.

perhaps, i'm ready
to be the prince
when everyone expects
a princess.