***This is an original poem. All rights go to me.***
Her skin is white as snow, her hair is black as night,
But she isn't living in a fairytale life.
There are no riches, there is no castle, no evil to drive her mad
She's got no prince charming and she never has.
At night, blood drops and carries her sorrows away,
Drop by drop and adds to it, the pain she always thought would stay.
When morning comes, her demons hide, a smile on her face
Tricking her family to believe that she'll always be okay.
++May 6, 2016++
