I wanted what every little girl wanted.
I wanted to be a princess.
I wanted to wear dresses and have loyal friends and be pretty.
I wanted to be a princess.
Every once in a while, I get down.
Like sad, or whatever.
But it's never been this bad.
Nothing even happened.
I mean, I saw someone today. Someone that ruined my life. Someone that took the small bit of happiness I had left. But that doesn't matter.
I wanted to be a princess.
But I'm not every little girl.
I was too smart to be them.
They were dumb, talking about tea and the princes that would come and rescue them.
They relied on fairy tales, while I was plotting my retaliation against the world.
I wanted to be a princess.
It's too late anyway.
Princesses don't have scars.
Princesses don't have problems.
Princesses are beautiful.
Princesses know what to do.
But I have scars.
I have problems.
I'm not beautiful.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
I wanted to be a princess.
But instead I'm a peasant.
