Innocent childhood tainted
Big reveal the mirror of eyes
'Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all'
Such rubbish, garbage uttered
Is that your standard
Thought you were an independent queen
Why question your beauty or nature through the mirror
Are you Michael Jackson singing and dancing
'Am talking with the woman in the mirror'
Are you searching for the serpent underneath your rose?
You are watching the mirror as though it was your object of pleasure
Do you need reassurance from an inanimate object to justify your beauty
What a pathetic witch!
Woe to you and the shuttered visage of your silloute
There it lays your source of acceptance
What a pathetic sympathetic witch!
Thought you are the evil witch
Yet here seeking for the heart of a fair maid who injected insecurities within your soul
What a pathetic threat!
Even when she leaves another will be formed
So your job is not done by murdering one
There are more rose than you can count.
Just admit the truth
You are scared that the Beauty unleashed will consume your rightful throne because men will swoon over her
What a pathetic excuse!
Indeed your beauty has clenched on to the darkness and imprisoned inside the manacled mind.
Your demons, whispers, dark thoughts or whatever you call them,
They will never get lost until you release yourself from the barricades of insecurities.
What a witch
Witch, witch, dear witch
Now tell me who is the fairest of them all
Behind the Cauldrons and potions serpent that burns in your soul.
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Mirrored Childhood Tales
Poesia#29 #poetrycontest A twist of misfortune and chaos in my own tales formulated through my poems, one that decides the fate of the character, the crimes, the mystery, the death, the demis and their utmost desire fulfilled. this collection entails the...
