Life isn't a FairyTale
I cannot easily be happy
I can’t click my heels three times to go home
I can’t ask my godmother
To turn mice into horses
And a pumpkin into a carriage
I can’t prick my finger on a spindle
And wait, asleep
To be woken by a sweet kiss from my love
I can’t bite a poison apple
I can’t be captured by a beast
With talking objects at his side
I can’t be a mermaid
That grows legs to walk on land
I can’t go on a magic carpet ride
With a beggar that pretended to be of nobility
I can’t save China
I can’t be turned into a frog
With another human turned frog
And fall in love with them
This isn’t Disney
This isn’t a fairy tale
This is life
Where thing are harsh
And cruel
Where
I can put a fake smile on my face everyday
And that’s okay
Where
I can cry myself to bed
Where
I can cut my skin and leave scars
Where
I can die slowly inside
And no one seems to care
