Mirror of the Soul

Shiny and tall

Dauntless, it stood in front of her

'You're scarred, you're dark

To my eyes, you're a disgrace

Petite and fragile, you're so, so weak

Called as a beauty, you just don't deserve to be'

It's voice bellowed at her

Shaking her spirit

And rupturing her heart

Indeed, she thought

I'm scarred, I'm dark

A curse it is, to be born like me

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Oh, my love

If only you'd seen

What the true meaning of beauty is

For the moon is scarred too

For the letters on the Bible are dark too

If only I could take you away

Far, far away from these shallow, shallow minds

You would see where real beauty lies

In the mirror of the soul

But alas, it cannot be

For I am the mirror of the soul

For you can't see me, hear me, reach me...

~ Fia, the realist