Jet black heart

All girls of young ages have imagined being a princess.
Beautiful gowns
Magnificent masquerade balls
Huge kingdoms full of wonderful smiling people
Knights in shining armour saved the princess when she needed him most
That was the life they wanted
growing up erases all of that
Dresses are now just black bags with holes in them
Masquerade balls are just stupid dances in the sitting room
Huge kingdoms are just stuffed animals
And the knight in shining armour?

He doesn't exist

True love doesn't exist
But you know what does?
Madness
Madness exists
Tattoos exist
Piercings exist
Drugs exist
Cigarettes exist
Alcohol exists
And all of that replaces the prince, the Kingdom and the castle

I'm Giselle and I'm not a princess