I planted my face

In my hands

And shook my head.

The same nightmare

Has plagued me

For eleven years now

And it has never gone away.

I removed my face

From my palms

And glanced

To the golden hands

That pointed on a clock

Located on that same dull blue wall.

I groaned.

It was 8:55am.

Once again,

I was late.

I slipped out

Of the sheets,

Examining my rosy fin

As I did.

Sometimes,

The sheet will get caught

On my fin

And I won't notice

Until I'm out the door.

Casually

Floated over to the vanity mirror

Where red writing

Smeared across the glass

Waited for me.

“You're just like Her.”

The writing were normal.

They show up

Overnight

On the mirror

On the walls

And sometimes

On myself.

At first,

I thought my sisters

Were pulling a prank on me.

But as the years go by,

It doesn't feel like a prank

Anymore.

      "Whatever," I erased the words with the tips of my fingers, "I dont know who this her."

Once the words

Were gone,

I finally looked

Into the mirror

To make sure

My eyes

Were still shimmering.

Dull eyes

Meant

A dead soul.

And no Princess

Would ever be accepted

As Queen

With a dead soul.

King Tsunarius has told me that

If one gains a dead soul,

Then they will become

One of...Them.

And no one likes Them.

I turned away from the mirror

And swam

To the entrance

Of my closet

That was just as big

As my bedroom.

It contained everything,

One of Royalty,

Would ever want.

Dresses,

Crowns,

Accessories.

I browsed through the copious

Amounts of shades

Of pink,

Until I found the dress

The King gave me yesterday.

It was flush colored

With wings for sleeves,

Frills

That extended after the waist

And of course,

Decorated with Pearls.

This will have to do.