Princess

Wish I could go back to the days Of innocence Of truth The days of my childhood Where I could say "Mommy I'm a princess" And believe that I really was one That my hand me down dress Was a ball gown My house A castle My bed A thrown And no one could convince me otherwise ... Funny how that truth fades so quickly How easily the lies come How easily I believed them ... That princesses Dont wear hand me down dresses Princesses Dont have to worry about rent About their next meal Princesses Are supposed to be daughters of kings But mine left when I was 6 I dont remember If he ever called me His princess ... Princesses Dont exist in real life Princesses Only exist in movies Princess Is something I was called Before he touched me I've never heard of a princess Being touched So maybe I'm not one at all ... These are the lies I have chosen To believe ... That life is no fairytale That I should stop putting False hope Into Happily Ever Afters Into One True Love Into Dreams Do Come True That I should grow up And face the reality of things That in real life Royalty is something only a select few were born into Not something we were all born as ... These are the lies I have chosen To believe ... Wish I could go back to the days of my childhood And tell myself To grab a hold onto truth To squeeze it tightly In the palms of my small hands As if I had caught a shooting star I would tell myself To not let go To not let it slip it through the cracks of my fingers Even as my hands begin to grow And my ears become accustomed to the lies Life has to offer In those moments I would tell myself to hold truth even closer Because I know how easily it is to lose And how hard it is to get back ... If I had held on to truth back then Maybe I would still believe That I was a Princess