When I was younger
my mother told me
stories of how the
prince fell in love
with the princesses
beauty and how they
lived happily ever after
and I grew up believing
that one day a night in
shinning armor would see
me as perfect
and we would live
happily ever after
but this is reality
and I'm not 7 years
old swinging on an
old swing tied to a tree
limb with bruises on my knees
I'm 16 and I'm crying on
the stair case with cuts on
my wrist and a broken
heart in my chest because
my prince in shinning armor
didn't love me at all.
