She looked at me puzzled, and spoke familiar words.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest fool of all?”

I cast a spell and the princess was startled,

And no longer was she weak and small.

I made her big, and I made her strong,

but best of all I made her bad.

Some may disagree with my choice,

Some probably think I’ve gone mad.

To tell you the truth, I wanted a twist,

I needed to make a change.

And when you’re given that power of choice,

people’s lives you can rearrange.

The Prince I am, and nothing less,

My princess awaits in her sparkling white dress.

She is the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet,

Every time I see her, my heart skips a beat.

As I walk around her house, I don’t know what to say,

What happened to all we had, it was only yesterday.

You went from good to bad, oh so very quick,

I thought we were forever, through the thin and thick.

You are no longer my princess, you are gone,

I’m hoping that you’ll change back, at the break of dawn.

As for now I will hold tight, and know you loved me,

And for the future, I guess we will see.

I looked at the mirror and said what I say,

Mirror, Mirror, what do you have today?

Surprised when I heard it talk back, I didn’t know it could,

It talked to me, while in complete awe I stood.

Before I knew it, I was out of control,

I used to be sweet, suddenly I had no soul.

It was a darkness that took me, I couldn’t contain.

I found my prince and I put him in pain.

He looked at me innocently, a glaze over his eyes,

And in every fairytale someone dies…

I dug down deep and I found the real me,

but the darkness wouldn’t bother to hear my plea.

I said to free him and to do no harm,

the evil within wasn’t giving up without a charm.

So I said take me and the darkness did just that.

It took my charm, my beauty, and made me flat.

I had no curves, I had no features,

looking around at the other creatures.

I am a puppet, I can see in the mirror.

I tried to get closer, to see myself clearer.

But I hit my head on some crystal clear glass,

Everything I did, made sense at last.

I’ve been punished cruelly and no one can see,

that the evil girl, was not the real me.

And some heros go unrecognized; they are soft spoken.

Often the biggest heros, are the ones that are broken.