The voices are talking.

Looking in the mirror all I could ask myself was how did I let this happen?

"How did you let your hero die, how could you let your friend betray you?"

"He needed you, you needed you. Why did you let yourself down?"

"The man, Prince they called him. Sang to you, released you from your deepest hate."

"You. You were your deepest hate, he saved you. Yet you let him die."

"Your friend, how weak can you be. She slept with the boy you loved. You are pathetic."

Looking in the mirror all I could ask myself was how did I let this happen?

The voices are talking.

"Not capable of ever being superwoman, nonetheless you managed to be relentless."

"How dare you still be beautiful in such an ugly world."

"Your hero is gone, your friend betrayed you. You have nothing, you are nothing."

"I said stop being beautiful. Stop it!"

Looking in the mirror all I could ask myself was how did I let this happen?

The vocies are talking.

Shut up voices. Shut up. No one has perfection least of all me

I cannot control evilness. I cannot control death.

My hero served his purpose. He saved me. He taught me to embrace the things I cannot change. That's what makes you beautiful.

My friend served her purpose. She allowed me to see who was really there for me.

Looking in the mirror all I could ask myself was how did I let this happen?

The voices are now gone.

How could I let my eternal beauty have an attempt to diminish, in a temporary situation.

Erasing the things I cannot change, allowed me to draw the person I am. The person who lives in the mirror.

And if I say so myself. The person looking back at me is beautiful.