reality ever after
And they lived happily ever after
Or at least that’s what they wanted us to believe
You grow up and realize that doesn’t exist
Cinderella was a fraud
Made us believe we’d find that one prince
That prince? Is a liar, a cheater.
Always texting other girls trying to see if the shoes fit them
That carriage? It’s a used 2001 Honda
Looks more like the mice than the magic
Fairy god mothers? More like angry landlords.
Always there to remind you when the time is up.
I always believed we would have a happy ending
But it’s not real, that’s why it’s called a
Tale
Telling us of a world that could never be.
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