I came looking for
my princess
Instead I found a
witch wearing her face
No one in the family
Had noticed the
change
She said:
“She becomes me.”
Through all the
wicked things she did
To me, her beauty
kept me in a daze
I stared at her
adoringly and forgot how she used to be
As she tortured me
for days and days
She said:
”She becomes me.”
”She becomes me.”
Isn’t it strange
that with every wound
She’s caused her
beauty in the mirror fades
I hear she’s already
looking for another pretty girl
To put on in the old
one’s place
She said:
“She becomes me.”
We’re both so thin
We wear our
skeletons on the outside
She becomes me
NOTE: written below the poem: "B offended, thought this was about her, of course it's not".