She was fierce. She was wild and night-time. A heart so gigantic she could paint a picture world-wide. Her style was her own. Her spirit is unchained. Liberated running away from society touching the earth with her bare feet, it embraced her soul, leaving her breathless and carefree. A natural and appearing like a field of flowers, bright and magical. She was a kaleidoscope of colors living enchantingly under the moon at night, and cheerfully in the sun with its radiance and light.
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small. Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this. I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me. Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off. I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.