Grown Up Princess
Normalcy will be my only wish
Many ask for money or loveI only ask to have control
To have a life I can be proud of
Fairy tales only consist of lies and falsities
No happy ever after for the seizure girl
Those heels are meant for perfect princesses
With pristine pearls
Walk down Fairy Tale Lane
Ripped dress, broken heel
I do not know where I am, who I am
The worst princess deal
Then my memory comes back
And I think
"Who would subject themselves to this, given a choice,"
As I finish my prescribed pill cocktail drink
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