Reflection
My reflection greets me, and I am torn
For she gives me joy and she gives me sorrow.
I look upon her with favor and scorn.
Her figure mocks me, a memory to mourn
Yet she wears her mother’s voluminous crown with pride.
My reflection greets, and I am torn.
She never tires of a fight, right or wrong I must warn
Yet she endlessly battles for her tomorrow.
I look upon her with favor and scorn.
She was ripped away, taken from where she was born
Yet here she walked as a joyous bride.
My reflection greets me, and I am torn.
She was told to fit into a certain form
Yet she flourished, her soul blinding with a golden glow
I look upon her with favor and scorn
She is everything I have ever hated
She is everything I have ever loved.
My reflection greets me, and I am torn
I look upon her with favor and scorn.
