• Once there was a girl.
    She felt so alone and empty inside.
    No one told her she was pretty
    And no one would lie
    So she would sit in her room
    And stare at the mirror
    Telling herself over and over
    “Yes I am pretty
    Inside and out.
    No one would tell me
    Because they were jealous.”
    She sat in her room
    for hundreds of years
    telling herself the same thing
    over and over again
    til the words became ash
    and didn’t mean a thing.
    Maybe that was her punishment
    For being so vain.