A Broken Tale

I believed in rainbows and unicorns,

I was fond of lovely fairy tales,

A different world and the happily ever after,

But in real, all of it pales.

I loved the idea of being a princess,

I thought I had the right to dream,

Of glitters and gold, of love and peace,

But in real, it was the worst nightmare that made me scream.

I was of an age to play with dolls,

To play dress up with the lovely gowns,

Instead, the sheet covering me was snatched away,

And I was left bare, with a thorn-filled crown.

I soon realized that fairy tales aren’t real,

And that there wouldn’t be a Prince Charming for me,

Because a monster was lurking in the shadows,

Who had already set his evil sight on me.

It was just another day when I stepped outside,

Little did I know that it was the beginning of my end,

The cruel devil finally got me into his clutches,

And things started happening that I couldn’t even comprehend.

I fought him with all that I had but I was just so little,

He was a giant, brutal, cruel, and every bad thing that I fear,

I was shredded into nothing, into a tiny piece by piece,

And there was not a single soul for my pleas to hear.

My tears started to mix with my own blood,

And soon I was lying drenched in pain,

If there is God, then where is he?

Because there I was praying in nothing but vain.

I cried and bled and asked him to stop,

It was painful, dreadful that I just couldn’t bear,

It was after ages that I breathed a sigh of relief,

When I felt my end was finally near.

  

It was in those final moments that I realized,

That the dream of my fairy tale will end with my last breath,

And what was my fault that I paid for like this?

That before I could even live I was forced to embrace my death.

Isn’t it pathetic to feel grateful for death?

But what else a little girl is supposed to feel when on every street there lies a beast?

Who looks like a normal man with no devil horns or clutches,

But in real thinks of every girl as nothing but a feast.

How can a man be capable of being so vicious?

Is this how every little girl’s tale supposed to end?

With a battered soul and shattered dreams,

And a body beyond repair to mend.