People tell me stories of how you used to be,
Stories that confuse me, for that's not who you are to me,
These stories are like fairy tales, towered full of lies,
I try to find some truth in them, but can't for all I try.
They paint you as a princess, or a zany firebrand,
But I see you more a villain, a dictator of my land.

I know you cannot help it , I remind myself each day.
But I only grow more bitter in each and every way.
I love you more than anything, with everything I can,
With all the hate I've ever felt and all the might of man.
So if you ever wonder, why it is I frown
It's because I never knew you and only know you now.