As a little girl, she heard stories of fairy tales
Of curses broken, true love with beautiful males,
Where it all ends happily, and so she dreams,
Yet none of those fairy tales every turned out the way they seem.
When she was younger, happy ends were always in sight
Evil was defeated, all the wrongs became right,
But in life, it’s hard to define what’s right and whose wrong,
She never fit into those fairy tales, no matter how much she wanted to belong.
Her own fairytales were much darker and bleak,
That good didn’t always seem to defeat,
Princes were slain, their lovers died of broken hearts,
And soon, her own fairytale began missing certain parts.
No more happy endings, though she still holds those dear,
Because her reality holds too much sorrow, too much fear.
She can’t wait for the tales, so she traps them in her head,
Watching them unfold as she dreams in her bed.
Her tales have grown twisted, all tangled and webbed,
As she falls further and further inside her own head.
Trapped in dreams of tales that have yet to come true,
She waits for a Prince Charming, her rescue long overdue.
By now she knows her fairytales are worth more then she’s spending
And they can’t all include love, magic, and a happy ending.
Prince Charming may or may not show,
So she watches life go on, abandoning her fairytales from long ago.
She longs for a life outside this tale— a chance to be redeemed,
But she refuses to wake, so she still hopes, still dreams,
And although her fairytales have grown mangled and obscene,She knows she will find a happy ending, after all, isn’t that a major theme?