And slowly she stands in front of the mirror, looking ahead. The girl staring at her smirks, only so slightly.
How did she end up so evil?
Maybe it had to do with the hurts and the lies. Or maybe just a menace of her mind.
Whatever it was, the change had done her good. She looked, and felt powerful.
The walls around her were growing, not in height but in steps. She could see. But when they looked at her, they were reminded of their pain.
There was a ghost in her eyes.
Oh I have to stop this, she thinks in horror. I am turning into a monster.
But the lure of the deceptive, so hard to resist.
Singing to herself, smiling with full lips, the laughter creeping up to her eyes. One day I will rule the world.
Bravo! Sign of a perfect poet is to convey the same feelings to reader, as he/she felt while penning the emotion. Well in this one you succeeded. 🙂
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thank you so much ! Means a lot to me 🙂
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