I’m lost in lace
Frightened in frills
I’m dreading dresses
I cringe at curls
My crown is crooked
My shoes are a sham
My hair is a mess
Is this who I am?
I never had Barbies
But I loved G. I. Joe
I loved to climb trees
I never dreamt of Romeo
Yet here I stand
In this palace of romance
Cookies and candles?
I haven’t a chance
I’m trapped in a doll house
Where’s the blood and fire?
No werewolf by the light of the moon
No creepy cursed vampire
They give me puppies
But they’re no hounds of hell
I want red and black
Free me of this pastel carousel
My companions are angels
Their perfection a bore
I demand demons
I demand death and gore
What brought me here?
To this horrid place
I am unworthy
Naught but disgrace
I need to escape
I need room to breathe
I wish that this land
Was all make believe
Let the walls crumble
And meet with the earth
I hope they would crush me
For all that it’s worth
I’ll never be home
As long as I live
I’ll haunt this damned castle
Let that be my gift
So when you do hear
Distant screams of agony
Be very afraid
And know it is me
© 2007 Strawberry Peri
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