Fairy Tales

I used to believe in fairy tales,
where the hero could save the day.
Everyone was beautiful to someone,
in a different kind of way.
Families were always loving and close,
no one was sad for so long.
But now when I read these fairy tales,
I smile because they are so wrong.

I used to wish for happily ever after,
and that my prince would love me always.
The villains would be vanquished forever,
so that we could be peaceful nights and days.
Good fortune would fall upon us both,
and into the sunset we'll drive.
Now I wish for decent days at a time,
and am happy every time I stay alive

I believe in the world I see today,
because in any moment I might give in.
I believe not everyone can be beautiful,
because no one loves their own skin.
I believe families are full of jagged edges,
because my own cuts people all the time.
I want to believe in fairy tales again,
does it seem like such a crime?

I wish for my world to simply be normal,
because then I could at least be content.
I wish that my demons to come one by one,
because I have so many to repent.
I wish for him to at least have happiness,
because I don’t trust the odds for more.
I want to wish for happily ever after again,
dare I even implore?