Scars of a Princess
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Her floor is decorated
with red polka dots.
She adds more daily
without a second thought.
Her countless scars
serve as ornaments for life.
It's what she's best at
with her close friend, her knife.
She wishes she could photoshop
the hurt she feels,
but her wounds are the kind
that can't be healed.
Her mirrors are distorted,
because her beauty she can't see.
She's oblivious to the fact
that she's a princess, at least to me.
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Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who's the most hurt
of them all?
Know I'll catch you
if you fall,
because your best friend
isn't your friend at all.
I'll help you erase
the scars of a princess.
~~~~~
Every night of her life
she prayed,
but her life is an eternal
masquerade.
She's intoxicated with
fault and fear.
Her smile's a mask
that hides her trail of tears.
Her theory's that she
can bleed out her pain
but she fails to see
that she loses and doesn't gain.
She sobs, and cries,
when no one's there to see.
But she fails to recognize
that shes a princess, at least to me.
~~~~~
Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
who's the most hurt
of them all?
I may not be with you
but I feel you when you cry.
I don't need great vision
to see a part of you die.
I'll help you erase
the scars of a princess.
~~~~~
Time has flown by,
and they've had a great life.
How happy she is that she didn't kill herself,
for the boy soon asked her, "Will you be my wife?"
And he helped her erase
the scars of this princess.
This poem is about:
Our world
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