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Misery Princess

Once upon a time

There was a darling little girl

As cute as crime could be

All locked up in misery

Not realizing the problems until another playmate lost their eye

All the maidens-in-waiting all terrified cried

The teacups falling and shattering on the floor

The hot water spilling, draining, until there was no more

Until the magic disappeared and the misery then appeared

The tea turning into blood and the cakes all made of mud

The dresses and gowns, patchworks of broken dreams

And the castle a jail, blocks upon blocks of rusting beams

All put together to build a playground of despair

But the commoners and the servants, they seemed to find it fit

Though whenever she touched it, the walls threw a fit

The princess would trip and fall down the slide

Climbing steps too high and slides too long

Falling down, down into a rabbit hole

Where dreams became nightmares and crowns became tarnished

And the people would throw mud and laugh at her

Placing a crown of pointy twigs on her head and breaking the illusion

Breaking what hopes and dreams the crime had left

No slippers of glass were on her feet

And when she looked it down it was only her own tears of misery

For she was no princess but the laughing stock of the playground

Playing all alone in hopes that someone would notice

Only a toy for the bullies and beasts

No prince would save her, not from those dirty illusions

For she was only a poor, delusional little girl

Finding herself merry when faked by illusions

Pretending she was loved, that her parents truly cared

That she was a princess, but at a price

The price of mental delusions.