My Unstable Poetry

Reality

Roses are red not white

Childrens fairy tales never tell you the truth

Knives are dull

Unsharpened and sorted

Crystals light like my soul

Yet compare to my heart

Hollow, solid, and pointless

Lily pads with no flower

Gobbled up with no devour

That glass slipper,

Smashed with the princes foot

Happy dreams never end after

Always before in life

No man will save you now

Only when you needed it before

Royal treatment comes with force and a royal family

Never happiness and kindness