Life is not a storybook nor a fairytale Instead it is a beaten path a lost, forgotten trail The princess doesn't find her prince She learns to save herself The prince is not a noble man with castles and much wealth Dragons, trolls and other beasts do not plague our thoughts Instead are visions, crushed up dreams that leave one quite distraught The little damsel in distress is not what you'd expect She could be hiding in her room, both wrists left unchecked A hero doesn't come your way, you pull yourself back out Through the sharpest twists and turns along a different route A mighty sword you do not hold, nor a trusty steed Though the darkness seems too harsh, no warnings will you heed There is no certain happy ending, no perfect princess bride When you fight the path called life, with death you may collide
This poem is very true for me and I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner. Hope you like it.