Hurt

They looked at her with such disdain,

uncertainty,

irreverant pain

She was the one from every story

object of affection, pride and glory

The damnable Queen, the noble princess,

Her eyes full of mystery..  never fail to impress.

 

Looked upon with such a love and an envy

She smiles.. another day left empty.

Opens her eyes to a bright red room

the glare.. unforgiving, blinding, full bloom

as the day to come, the hours to pass

she lay there desperate.. as she wait for the world..

the change to.. an irrefutable path

every day.. a false hope, every hour.. an anxious high

she opens her mouth with a chronic sigh

As all hope is lost, all love is dimmed

in this place where she sits and the light is brim

she feels no love for the sickness in her face, her eyes, her brain

a dark loathsome pit of disgust and stain,

of scars she must keep so desperately hidden,

of pain she must reep and sow unforgiven.

She runs from the mirror, its reflection unkind.

She jumps for the covers, they render her blind.

The world outside, it pierces her mind.

Yet she can be all she wants here.

Here she can truly shine.