There was once a time when I believed that I was a princess.
I still do, actually. Just…
In a different way.
Before, princesses were perfect
They were the person that everyone looked up to.
The one that everyone wanted to be.
And I was one of them.
I’m a realist now; I understand my reality.
I’m still a princess;
In the way that princesses are the most lonely creatures that one would ever meet.
In the way that princesses are friendless, scared, and alone.
Sometimes I wish I could go back
To that time when to be a princess was a good thing.