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.