Once upon a time,
There was a little girl.
She was a joyful and confident child,
Until she saw what society really was.
It was not sunshine and rainbows,
And people loathed imagination.
Barney lied,
Imagination wasn't everything.
And life was not a fairytale,
There was no Prince Charming.
There were no pretty ball gowns,
But there were evil witches and evil queens,
And mean step sisters and monstrous beings.
Everything she heard could not be found,
Not even the beautiful flowers Snow White picked,
However, she found poison apples and cursed charms.
In the end,
Society took away the dreams and wishes of the little girl,
And turned her into their slave.
She was trapped with no way of escaping.
The End.
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PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
