Southern-Sapling

Five years Four hearts Three uninterested Two eyes staring back One girl in the mirror She used to hate what looked back at her For its size For its shape For its difference For its indifference Yet little by little by painful little, she's scarred the beast and made something beautiful With her own mind With her own hands With her own teeth Now she can look back in the mirror and smile What lies there is neither perfect, nor ugly It is neither good nor bad But it is her

So I've been thinking about what has been going on lately, and here's what I've come up with. There's a prince There's a princess There's a group of rowdy friends There's a kingdom in which all of this happens There's a secret that everyone knows And there's a promise to myself that I won't break. But, in all of this, I think I might just be the evil queen. Guess I was always destined to be Queen Lathos.

Okay, like, if you know that something is kind of pointless, but you think that there might be a teeny weeny tip tap of a possibility that it will work out in your favor, do you keep waiting for it? What if no matter HOW it works out, it'll either hurt you, or someone you care about? What if you're finding it hard to focus on all the complicated things going on in your head because you're listening to the cheeriest song ever? What if the cheery song sums up exactly how you feel? Does that even make it cheery anymore? What if now you have no idea what the point to writing this was? What if that was the point all along?