As a kid I wanted
to be a princess.
I wore dresses and tiaras,
dreamt of castles and Auroras.
Slept on mattresses over a pea,
sat with Alice at tea.
I ate a cookie and grew 6 feet tall,
the toys at my feet were gone by nightfall.
I let down my hair,
hoping to find someone to care.
I kissed frogs in hopes of finding a prince,
but their slimy hands just made me wince.
I begged for them to stop this behavior,
deeply yearning for a savior.
The frogs were killed by Hatter,
his demeanor had me flattered.
I trusted him so bad
-- oh why did he have to be mad?
I never became a princess.
This is my goodbye.
The apple in my hand I took from the witch,
my savior,
now waiting to die.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
As a kid I wanted
to be a princess.
I wore dresses and tiaras,
dreamt of castles and Auroras.
Slept on mattresses over a pea,
sat with Alice at tea.
I ate a cookie and grew 6 feet tall,
the toys at my feet were gone by nightfall.
I let down my hair,
hoping to find someone to care.
I kissed frogs in hopes of finding a prince,
but their slimy hands just made me wince.
I begged for them to stop this behavior,
deeply yearning for a savior.
The frogs were killed by Hatter,
his demeanor had me flattered.
I trusted him so bad
-- oh why did he have to be mad?
I never became a princess.
This is my goodbye.
The apple in my hand I took from the witch,
my savior,
now waiting to die.