I once believed in fairy-tales
And knew the villain would never win.
Then the fabrications tattered
And let the demons in.
I learned the villain isn't easy to beat
And that left me incomplete.
I cry in the discovery
That life can't live happily
In the famous ever after.

if this body was
not mine. would i still hate it
and treat it the same?

Oh! look how beautifully she uses her smile
as a shroud,
to hide the gruesome scars her soul endows!

She'd walk but
She stumbles

She'd sing but
She mumbles

Her whole life
Just crumbles
*And she lets it die

My biggest fear is that

eventually

you will see me

the way that

I see myself