my heart is pulled to breaking,
and my mind cannot stop swirling,
but your mouth just won't stop screaming,
and my soul can't make it stop.

you tell me that i'm greedy,
you tell me that i'm ugly,
you tell me that stupid,
and you tell me that i'm fat.
you say you hate my guts and
that you wish i would just die,
and your words tattoo upon my
heart a lingering memory scar.

my rage is boiling deep inside,
and the steam will cloud my eyes.
i cannot think straight,
i cannot even breathe,
and now you have gone too far.

the levee breaks, and my anger
is vomited up so quickly i do not
understand the words i speak.
i have to clasp my hands and
shove them into my pockets,
for i fear, of their own will,
they'll break your neck.

someone, please, tell me
how to slay the dragon;
how does one lowly mortal
raise their hands to stop
a hurricane?

the battle wages longer as
i now participate,
and the dragon only grows stronger
as i shrink and shrink and shrink.

and as the glass shatters,
i shatter.
my very own heart,
tattered and battered,
breaks into dust, so
fine and lucid the world
does not even notice.

and then, the bravehearted
prince drops her at the feet
of the dragon-keepers.
they look at her, and they
look at me, cold and dry and sad.
they say we both must pay the
price to atone for our crimes.

and now, i just sit.
i sit and think and cry.
alone and dark and helpless,
i wish i could just die.
i suddenly feel fat,
and ugly, and stupid, and greedy.
her words become my truth as
i sob into my pillow; i wonder
who i have become.

i look into the mirror,
and to my own chagrin,
the pores upon my face have
turned into shiny scales.
my tongue is slowly forking,
and my nostrils billow smoke.
i want to smash the mirror
and tell it 'stop this joke!'
but i cannot change the truth
and i cannot change the past;
the mirror only shows me what
he sees with his own three eyes.

i have become the demon,
and i am now possessed,
for the very dragon i failed to
slay now claws inside my chest.