Broken

Princesses are perfect, they glitter just so

At least that’s what I thought, at five years old  

I wanted a knight, who gleamed and shone

To climb up my tower and carry me home

I played grownup, house, and drank from a teacup

Convinced that flawless was the way to grow up.

 

But childhood fantasies aren’t always true

People leave and you don’t know what to do

Hateful words get said, leave you falling apart

Relationships end with my broken heart

Mental illnesses like depression and anxiety

Became the terms I used to define me

 

Warriors fight hard, but victory they hold

That’s what I think at almost eighteen years old

I don’t need anyone to leave my tower

I can climb down, in my own strength, own power

Life isn’t easy, people leave, and harsh words are spoken

But all the strength that I hold is because I am broken

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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