Fairytales

by The Meepy Freak

As the winter air crept under the blankets,

We were warmed by the hope in our dreams,

The familiar fairytales coursing through our veins.

We waited for the embrace of our soul mates,

In castles decorated with happiness

And prosperity. Our eyes dance along the brick walls

Proud of ourselves and our deeds.

A fairy appears, smiling, willing to grant our wishes,

We are smiling with joy as good prevails over evil.

Everything is perfect, everything is calm.

The dishonesty.

As children, we wake up innocently,

Looking for the happy ending we deserve,

Patiently, we smile and live, expecting a better future;

If only we never had to bear the pain the innocent stories cause;

If only the darkness of fairytales could be withdrawn

From our young minds as we are addicted to read more

With our expectations expanding as each day passes by,

Until the candles of our minds extinguish from disappointment.

Until we sense the deception of it all.

The sadness.

The innocence has disappeared; all wishes are lost.

I am tired of waiting, tired of the constant pretending

While observing the real world in its true revulsion,

The despair and hatred that hides inside every person.

My eyes show me death, the unfairness of life

As I keep on living, wistfully, betrayed by hope and lies,

Always being wounded by the inevitable disaster

That believing lies leads to only pain!

The stories I had once trusted were now my enemies,

Grabbing my weaknesses and twisting them with fury;

I watch as the tales grab my heart and slowly crush it.

The benefits of fairy tales disappear from my grasp,

The interminable wealth and happiness leave me

Stranded in reality, where

As I endure the lies, I realize the painful truth;

There is no true love. Happiness is conditional,

Relying on the scarce luck that rests in the world

To mislead the suffering individuals stuck in reality.

The Anger.

Yet, sometimes, I cannot help but hope

That all those tales I were told were genuine, just hidden.

I hope to open a wardrobe and end up

Walking in a land of snow.

I yearn for adventure,

A fairytale to call my own.

So I started writing, reading, and imagining
Just trying to make the old stories true.

I pretend I am the long lost heir

To a magnificent throne of a perfect land.

Abandoning my worries and doubts.

I slowly succumb into my dreams.

The line between reality and fantasy crumbles,

And I find myself wanting to continue living.

Not for the present,

But for the future ahead.