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Too Late
In most fairytales
There is a princess
That has been captured
And imprisoned.
She is turned into
A slave.
She is beaten
And broken,
And all hope
Is taken from her.
But,
Her Prince Charming comes
And rescues her.
He takes her away
To his castle.
He marries her
And they live
Happily Ever After.
I used to dream
That I was
The princess
In the fairytale.
I used to dream
THat Prince Charming
Would come
And save me
From my terrible life.
But I wake up,
And the dream
Disappears.
I return
To my terrible life.
I once again
Become a slave.
And when night comes
I dream again
And again
And again.
I have been told
That dreams come true.
So far,
My dream has not.
Where are you,
My Prince Charming?
When will you come
And rescue me?
I am slowly starting
To believe
That Prince Charming
Will never come.
My life
Is no fairytale.
No ones life is.
So why write them?
To give people false hope?
I don't believe
In fairytales
Anymore.
My dream
Is starting to crumble.
I don't resist.
I don't struggle.
I accept my fate.
If I can't have
My dream,
Then what else
Do I have
To live for?
I am dying.
My Prince Charming
Is too late.
