I don't believe in fairy tales…
I am not sleeping beauty, yet every morning you wake me up. I play with guns, yet you smile at me as if I were playing with dolls. I am not a princess, yet you handle my shit every day. I protect you, but you look out for me. I play with fire, and you will always stand with a fire extinguisher. I make things wrong, you make it right. I am mean, you are nice. You are like prince charming, but more in the lines of Mr Nice, and me… I am no princess, just a street rat.
I think in fairy tales my story would probably be like this, in reality it isn't anything like this, but fairy tales always depend on cliché's and fantasy.
I don't believe in fairy tales anyway…
But this is probably how my story will go…
Once upon a time, I was a street rat, when one day the prince came into town, hidden and cloaked because he ran away from home to see the city, he was about to get robbed, but I attacked the men, making them beg for mercy… (Well, a strong street rat.)
Anyways as I was saying, the prince thanked me, but he was in my debt, so he took me in his big, great castle when I've realized he was a prince… (Okaay… this is way too fucking boring.)
As I was saying, I've realized he was a prince and he wanted to change me into a princess, but I was a proud street rat. So I ran away, from the big castle with its fancy shitty halls and everything, back to the filthy street.
I met a gang of pirates on my way there; they recruited me, as I was just getting to know my comrades the prince found me again.
He brought his whole army, under misguided thoughts, thinking I was stolen by the pirates; my newly found comrades and I fled on our big, strong ship, while they were still on land. Barely a half hour later, they were next to us, with a big motherfucker ship, they almost raided our ship, but we cut lose, but the prince somehow got on board.
He hugged me and said he was so worried about me and blah, blah, blah, like that whole cliché moment. I told him I was a pirate, I am not a princess, and I will never be able to become one. With that said he grabbed me by the arms, pulled me in and kissed me. (Sooo cliché!)
Shocked, I couldn't say or do anything, but he went and attacked his own army- unbelievable right?
After we won against the royal army, he became one of us, a pirate, a man to himself, not to a kingdom, not to a decided fate, but a free, filthy, street life, with a girl by his side.
Urgh…
I hate fairy tales.
