I stand in front of the mirror- a girl I see,

She has blonde hair, green eyes, a pleasant face to see.

Although what I see is not what others see,

What I see goes much deeper.

I see a girl who once knew love but now is a stranger.

You left when I was nine and took apart of me,

That part was important, the best part of me.

I don’t know where you are, I don’t know how you’ve been.

A princess with no king, an heir without a thrown,

A daughter with no father, no place to call her home.