It hurts; having a family

I can't watch you starve yourself daughter,

But you could starve me of your love, mother ?

She is most dangerous but most sacred

There is no prescription to treat disloyalty

She is in the background of everything I do, counting.

Her approval - My utopia

Where happily ever after was to shatter the mirror

Her triumph makes me shameful of my own

Abdicate my dear and hand to me,
Your thrown of porcelain bone,
Your time of glory is over - finally

My world held up by constructed illusions - they'll give way soon