Broken Teacups

xx. broken dreams

5 years young, purple petals from wilted flowers crowning my forehead;

"Mama, I want to be a princess," with sincerity in my voice, I said.

Mama smiled and kissed my cheek, before whispering in my ear,

"Dream big and work hard and you can be anything, my dear."

25 years young, I worked hard and I dreamed big dreams,

But soon understood that reality isn't like what she made it seem.

I couldn't become a princess, I couldn't attend balls;

I was stuck in an air conditioned office, responding to phone calls.

32 years young, "Mama, by princess I meant happy, I want to be happy."

But greying Mama didn't have time to hear why my life was so crappy.

Life is hard, the undeserving get what the deserving should,

And I watched time fly by as every day it put me in a worse mood.

57 years old, I wished I hadn't been told to always dream bigger,

Because I now stood in front of a stranger, my finger pulling a trigger.

BAM! Blood everywhere, the stranger slumps to the floor,

Reminding me of all that I lost and used to adore.

Mama's long been gone, I never achieved my dream of being a princess.

For now, I am the evil queen, responsible for putting damsels in distress.