fairest

Mirror mirror on the wall

who is the fairest of them all?

not you my queen

for your soul is hideous

it bares scars from long ago

wounds barely masked with bandages of feigned confidence

pockmarks of envy and inability to love unconditionally

gashes of hatred

bruised with insecurity

for you shall never be the fairest

but dear mirror

i try

im a good person

dont actions outweigh thoughts?

i raise a daughter, treat her as my own

teach her not to make my mistakes

let her remain unblemished by the evils of the world

i swallow resentment

and i try to heal my soul

but much as i cannot will broken bones to heal

i cannot will my soul to become whole again

for it is damaged

i am damaged

nevertheless

the fairest is a pure soul

one who does not make mistakes

one who has remained good throughout

one who has never strayed from the path of righteousness

one whose mind is carefree and innocent

weightless conscious

not like you my queen

never you my queen

for you are damaged

broken

hefty but of no substance

your actions are for naught

to be the fairest

all must fail

the good must be erased

green must be violet

the sun must stop rising

the sky will snow a sheet of red not white

and the world must be hit with a landslide and tip upside down

until then you my queen cannot