She looks in the mirror.
A wicked grin on her face.
She looks a bit nearer,
At her style of taste.

Electric pink hair,
******* in a wavy ponytail.
Her eyes—a sparkling lair,
With glitter slithering along its trail.

A star kissed jacket,
Bright colourful sneakers.
Rings wrapped around like a packet,
A dazzling sight for all the peekers.

She’s the Pop Rock Princess,
Of course she stands out.
And I must confess,
She’s a colourful sparkly shout.

But she has her days,
And the other princesses will be there for her,
On those bad days.

Daughter of the noble family,
Yet she doesn’t act like one.
Not much formality,
Cause all she wants is to have fun!
But her parents want her to live to their reality,
Of being a sweet little one.

She tries to meet their expectations,
But she just can’t!
Which makes complications,
That her parents would always rant.

She’s funny,
And loud!
Yet they expect her to be a honey,
And go on with the crowd.

Well not her.
She’s doing her own thing.
Like ruffling people’s fur,
By making up odd ships to sing.

Plus hearts are her thing.
She makes them float everywhere,
Even in front of the king.
But like I said, she doesn’t care.

And she’ll never change.
Why would she?
Although she might be strange,
She’ll always be filled with glee.

You see that girl?
With short brown hair,
That ends up in a swirl?
The one in the pretty dress,
The one thats a lovely green mess.

Well, she’s sweet,
And wise,
A million stories behind her eyes.

Kind,
Thoughtful,
Oh, what a beautiful mind.

Hardworking,
Cause she’s afraid she’ll fail.
She’s listening,
For no one heard her wail.

Ambitious,
Cause she’s afraid she’s not enough.
Expressive,
Because her mind is rough.
Friendly,
For she wants people to feel welcomed and stuff.

She’s not perfect,
She knows.
Yet everyone shows her respect,
Which is where her heart goes.