Slow down, stop trying to be-
what you think you see-
when you look at everyone else.
Go find a mirror. See that stranger?
Did you hear why she hates herself?
I dare you to ask her, but you know she can't answer,
Yeah you never let her open her mouth.
You'd rather imagine how beautiful she'd look-
In the emperor's new threads
Too bad you never read the book -
or at least the very end
Where everyone in town,
Including your friend wearing only a crown,
Knows how the story goes
And who but you remains the fool - pretending to admire his clothes.
About the Creator
Tink
I'm starting another chapter. But I'll never write my book. I'll write for you. I'll consult and enhance, revise and reword your entire tale. Until your story becomes my favorite song and has absolutely nothing to do with you.
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