Happily Never After
When I was five years old,
I believed the fairytales;
Prince Charming would come save me,
and love could never fail.
I thought that every bad guy
would be easy to see.
Who knew that handsome, friendly face
could be your enemy?
I always had looked forward
to Prom held for my school.
I'd live my dream and be a princess!
Looking back, I was a fool.
It turned out my prince charming
was a villain in disguise.
I never would've thought so
with those deep and honest eyes.
He used me as his cover,
Although a damsel in distress.
People wouldn't discover him
if his date would wear a dress.
It turns out, he didn't love me;
He loves a man instead.
I found them in a parking lot.
He broke my heart and messed with my head.
Now I struggle at showing my vulnerable side.
I can't let people in.
I have so much love to give,
but I cant be hurt again.
I keep a strong exterior.
I won't let people see
how badly I was broken.
and what he did to me.
I learned my lesson the hard way
to keep my walls up tall.
Perhaps, Rapunzel's "step mom"
was looking out for her afterall.
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