"I can't look."

"It's a mirror, Princess, don't be ridiculous."

"I can't look."

"And, heavens, why not?"

"I don't want to see who I am. I'm tired of her. This girl who knows nothing, can care for nothing, will be nothing. I am the Princess That Wasn't Meant To Be, remember? What good are mirrors when all you'll see is a reflection of someone whose existence is ensured not to appear in history?"

"Oh, Princes..."

"I am nothing and I am no one."

...

"It's time I told you the truth, Princess."

The New Princess wears a tiara.
It's a tiara that loops around her head, almost like a halo in her hair.
The tiara is encrusted with diamonds.
It has leaves and vines of white gold,
spinning around,
and when out in the night,
it's as if the flora of her tiara
is dancing in the moonlight.

A LOT today.

I'm just hoping that means I'm healing.

These headaches are murdering me.

The words are murdering me.

These people are murdering me.

So why the hell am I still breathing?

"Stop it, Princess."

"Even you can't stop tears!"

"I can't, but you can."

"No I can't!"

"Then maybe something is wrong..." 

You think?

[Cut her up and gobble it down.]

There are choices we make.
I made some wrong choices.

But,
they ended up bringing me to the same place.

Maybe He doesn't hate me after all,
and even if He does,
I don't mind so much anymore.

I'm starting to like me a little.

"Can you whisper in my ear,
and tell me someday I'll be Queen?"

"No, little one.
You're the Princess,
that wasn't meant to be."

"Wasn't meant to be?"

"Hush, now. Thinking only causes pain, little dove."

The Princess whispers, 
"I want to be a lion."