Let me tell you a story,
Please listen, come on
About a little princess
That could have been just anyone
Her home was her castle
A stick was her sword, it was all well
Each of her smiles like a sunrise
Happiness glowing in her eyes
Imagining her hair golden, not brown
She put on a tiny crown
"Mirror mirror on the wall"
She sang, "I'm the fairest of them all"
Waiting for the clocks
To struck twelve
She dreamed endless dreams
Her life a fairytale, as it seems
All those stories, she knew were are true
In the end a knight would come for her rescue

And then she would get a happy end
Where it all would be okay
She knew it's gonna happen
Just not really when

And so the story could go on,
But this is reality,
Having a heart for no one
For fake Kings and Queens she
put down her sword
In return all she got was hurt
And so passed the years
Now her eyes are filled with tears
And her hair is brow
Fallen of her crown
Mirror mirror on the wall
She never was the fairest of them all
Lying awake when the clocks
Struck twelve
Her biggest enemy is herself
And all of her dead dreams
Since this tale is not what it seems
None of what she read was true
No knight coming for her rescue

There's no happy, not even an end
And she doesn't know for how
Much longer she can stand
The pain, that will never be okay
Haunting her during night and day

Like this the story could go on
But instead of giving up,
left by everyone
She suddenly picks up  her sword
First full of caution, afraid to get hurt
Not yet as strong as she was back then
But in her eyes passion burns again
And on her hair, messy and brown
She puts back on her crown
She smashes the mirror on the wall
Ready just to fight them all
The war is declared, the clocks
Struck twelve
Her only ally is herself
Finally standing up for her dreams
Powerless the fake Kings and Queens
She's her own knight, it's true
No one else needed for her rescue

Because what you need to know
Is that in the end
it's all gonna be okay
And if it's not okay now
Then this is not the end
NO!

-A/N okay this is kind of long and I am not sure how to feel about it. Only thing I am sure about is that my usage of fairytales for my writing is getting out of hand. Call my 'Sister Grimm' or something ( my sad attempt to be funny #1 here.)
Anyways, who ever you are reading this, please keep going & fighting. Whatever you are going through, you are them damn fairest of them all and sometimes you just need to rescue yourself.
Head up so that crown won't fall and stay human,
Sero 💙

PS: I am kind of upset by the fact I coundn't find any suitable picture to go with the poem

PPS: The poet doesn't support monarchy of any kind and is a completely convinced Democrat. Everything is to be taken metaphorically. (My sad attempt to be funny, #2)