Mirror, Mirror

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who in the land is fairest of all?"

"Silly child—need you ask?

You and your brother where the same pretty mask.

I'm a simple mirror on a wall,

But even I can see you are—together—the fairest of all."

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Once upon a time,

Whenever I would look into a mirror,

I would see him.

That wasn't that strange, really—

We had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, and (at the time) the same clothes.

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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who in the land is fairest of all?"

"Silly child—need you ask?

You no longer wear the same mask,

I'm a simple mirror on the wall,

But even I can see you are—alone—the fairest of all."

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Onc e upon a time,

Things began to change.

His hair had gotten longer, and he tied it up into a ponytail,

Mine had gotten shorter, an accident with gum forcing me to cut it.

I had begun to develop breasts—small, but definitely there.

He was a male, and thus, completely flat-chested.

I had become more feminine, dressing myself cutely,

But he wore the same old shirt and pants,

And we became so completely different.

I was often complimented,

"oh, Rin, how cute you are!"

or

"Rin, you're so beautiful."

But "cute" and "beautiful"—

Those words mean nothing to me.

I don't want to be cute and beautiful,

I want to be like him.

I'm often told,

That I'm the prettier twin,

But in my eyes,

He is far lovelier.

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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who in the land is fairest of all?"

"Silly child—need you ask?

You still wear your same mask.

I am a simple mirror on the wall,

But even I can see you alone remain the fairest of all."

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Once upon a time,

Whenever I would look into a mirror,

I would see him.

Now, I could see only myself,

And I hated it.

Maybe if I grew my hair again.

Maybe if I binded my chest,

Maybe if I dressed like him,

I would like what I see.

But no,

I still wouldn't be him,

I would be nothing like him,

Even if I looked like him.

So I destroyed all the mirrors,

I stopped looking at my reflection,

Because no matter what everyone might say,

I hated what I would see.

The me that was like him-

Why can't I have that back?

Why can't we be the same again?

Why did we have to change?

Why couldn't we have always stayed the same?

Why, why, why?

Why, why?

Why?

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Once upon a time,

We were the same.

Once upon a time,

Things changed.

Once upon a time,

He was always the same.

Once upon a time,

It was me who had changed.

Once upon a time,

I changed again.

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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,

Who in the land is fairest of all?"

"Silly child—need you ask?"