You wear your shimmering black crown as you breaks others down. The vainly shined gems crooked with harsh words and skeletons trapped within them.  Your  ball gown dripping with the tears of ones you have brought down.  Walking down the red carpet laid down by the demons you have made your friends.  Pointing your finger at the world and critiquing the lost. Not caring of the pain that it costs.  Your ruby red lips emptying a venom so toxic,  so deadly,  and steadily a direct hit.  A fire within you that burns souls. Covering the mirrors all around to hide your own flaws and see yourself, never opening those self evaluating doors.  As I watch from my chair as you just don't care.  You berate me,  and say that you love me but hate me.  You have rusted my crown, so crooked and brown. You have broken my throne, and left me alone. But someday you will rip off your undeserving crown and will see your real self and truly be found. You  will rip off the curtains and stare into the mirror, and your cruelty,  regrets, and mistakes much clearer. Dear sister, one day you will see,  how truly destructive your reflection can be.