I feel like a princess locked in a tower.
My Narcolepsy is my dragon guard.
My weight loss is the lava moat that makes me cower more.
My evil witch is merely my medicine,
At first we didn't see the harm,
For it had a magic disguise to seem so beautiful.
My poison apple of my story is this place I'm in.
All those cute animals represent my friends.
And now the magic mirror on the wall shows me their true form,
As they reside in the dark.
My fairy godmother is that flame with in me that refuses to die.
The prince I long await is no man at all.
But time, time for things to fix and level out,
Time for things to get better,
Then I will wear my tiara proudly.
Once my dragon sleeps,
The lava becomes rock,
The witch's curse is broken,
I rid of the poison apple,
I befriend people not shape shifters,
My fairy godmother no longer needs to struggle,
And the magic mirror breaks,
Because that is when my fight is over.
That is when I will truly be a princess!
-Amethyst Star
