Damsels in Distress

Somewhere along the way I stopped believing in fairy tales.

I stopped believing that I could live happily ever after.

Dreams of white chariots and true love faded away,

But I wish I could believe,

I wish I could hang onto the fantasy,

The ideology of riding off into the sun,

Having rescued the princess and slain the dragon.

Somewhere along the way I became lazy

And stopped trying to save damsels in distress,

I was taught to hate others and with that

I began to hate myself—                                     

The idea of soul mates became lost

And I forgot who I am.

     DannYetman

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