The Lie From Fairytales

The sleeping beauty surrounded by lackluster roses- She receives rest I never shall, Whilst I work my hand and mind to bone and broth. The star-crossed lovers staring down from the heavens- Blissful and gay in each others presence, And I in my own tragedy of loneliness. The maiden with strands of gold intertwined in scalp- Majestically long, which attracted princes from afar, My own hair that attracts repulsed glances laced with silent malice. The white serpent which entrusts animal tongue to human beast- By perfect preservation in silver and stomach, However, I was bitten instead of gifted. The perfectly made woman whom roams the floor of the ball- Is she who is found by the prince, And in all her waning splendidness runs away in raggedness; But I have never experienced such splendor for even a moment. The great white whale within the bottomless sea, Whom in all his power was never attained, And I who stand meekly and unhealthily in ridicule cannot escape. My presence in life who would collect dust rather that fall victim to timeless fairytale- And the endlessness of every story that is no longer relevant to the current dream of youth, I have discovered such disgust for the hope instilled by these, as it was filled with their lies of great proportion distorted by inhumane reality. 4/14/23