Fairy Tale
In my fairy tale I have to be my own hero,
No one’s gonna rescue me from anything;
The curse put on me by some witch is being alone,
Without anyone to love or love me back;
My closed off tower is Blanchard,
Isolated from the outside world;
The conflict I have is being a teenager in this place,
Having no way out and nowhere to go;
My lady’s in waiting are leaving left and right,
For all their pushing and back-stabbing;
I haven’t come to the good sorcerer yet,
The one that will help me through all the twists;
The noble steed being a ’79 Volvo with over 300,000 miles,
Is the only means of transportation I have;
My glass slippers are leather knee high boots,
Hardly being ballroom attire;
My far off castle is the city,
Where I want to be more than anywhere;
My knight in shining armor I haven’t met yet,
In anything more than a dream anyways;
All that’s left is for my fairly tale to end,
So I can have my happily ever after.
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