No Prince Or Godmother
I was deep in the bowels of depression alley
When I realized no prince or fairy godmother was coming
The only person who could save me was me.
Was I ready to do it? Or did I need more “poor me” time.
I like pitying myself sometimes, enjoy licking my wounds.
Love to go over the scenario, making someone else the villain.
Sometimes I do not like taking blame for my actions.
This was one of those times, so I went back to bed in my dark room.
I soon realized I was only hurting me, so I resolved to change.
I began to dance, wildly enjoying a better me of myself, feeling better.
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