Our glory is your glory
Our success is your success
Our brilliance is your brilliance.
Well, only if it makes you shine.
You are the only diamond that matters.
It is all thanks to you,
You say, raising your glass
Talking above our voices
Silencing us until
All they can hear is you.
How easily you claim us:
You claim our maturity
As though it wasn’t your fault
That we grew up too fast
Having to play the parents
While you played the child
With nowhere to turn to
Except the knives on my skin
His cigarettes on the stairs
Until he and I learned
To turn to one another
Once you stopped pitting us against each other
In your tangled web of lies.
You claim our looks
Saying we inherited them from you
We are beautiful to you
Only when it is convenient
In other words:
When others compliment us
And you want to claim that, too.
What’s ours is yours.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall;
You are the fairest of them all.
The other times –
We are ugly, unpresentable
Why can’t I go to the gym? You implore.
Why can’t he eat less? You ask.
Take a good look at yourselves – You say
Pushing your twisted mirrors towards us.
We grew to hate our likenesses.
Why aren’t we more like you?
We used to wonder that too.
It took me a decade to learn
That I don’t have to be you to be beautiful
Because I know now that’s all you see:
Beauty and perfection exist only in your image
And everyone else is just a pale reflection.
Did you think we would forget
How you would buy the best clothes for yourself
To give us the scraps?
It took me a decade,
And I am still not okay.
He is ten years younger than I,
How do you think he feels?
You claim our talents
As though you understand
How much we drowned in our passions
To get away from you.
I escaped in my writings
And he in his games
Winning awards and competitions
So we could not hear your voice
Our hands tight on our ears,
While from the other side of the glass,
Your vitriol seeped through the cracks
Poisoning our dreams and ambitions
Because we would never be worthy
You claim all the credit
But none of the devastation
The fragments of glass from
When we hated ourselves so much
We finally broke the mirrors
Shards in our hands
We wanted to hurt
We wanted to rend
We wanted to die.
We were right there in front of you
But you didn’t see the blood
You didn’t smell the smoke
You didn’t hear our worlds crashing down
Because things are invisible to you
Unless they can make you look good.
We will never be good enough
To earn the love you held hostage
Because even you think you don’t deserve it
But we are done
To punish yourself
For being unable to learn what love is.
You claim what you want
And deny everything else about us
That won’t earn you applause
From your friends and admirers.
I drive a nice car
But I am a lesbian
He is a star student
But takes antidepressants
You tear us apart
Taking away things you don’t like
Hiding them away like dirty laundry
Not fit for your carefully curated display
In the gilded frames on your perfect white walls.
We are just props to your ego
Objects, puppets on your stage
Where you are the highlight of the show
Doing your endless solo,
The principal dancer
The lead singer
The most beautiful woman in the world.
We are your extensions
As you chase your ascension
Your glittering high.
How do you like your pedestal?
The fans in your crowd?
Their gazes are reverent
Your adoring supplicants
Are all you could ever ask for
As you dance alone
In your labyrinth of delusions
In your house of mirrors
The realest thing you will ever know.