Looking for acceptance in this dark world
this queen's eyes can't see.
But amear ugly duckling castine a shadow upon thee.
So no one can see the demon within lurking around the corner.
These demons say that I am there queen,
but I'm no ones queen.
I ask the mirror on my castle wall,
Mirror, mirror on the castle wall who is the prettiest of them all.
You are not the prettiest of them all.
Your ugly like your demons before me.
Those words will forever haunt me.
Copyright © Donna Tymec 2018
Form of Poetry