When growing up,
there is nothing
a little girl wants more
than to be Daddy’s little princess.
To live and grow up
in an extravagant castle
with all of the finer things in life.
To have the world and more
at her feet
and unconditional love.
But when the King
is a no good tyrant,
those wants
become unreachable dreams.
The finer things become
eating dinner without a fight breaking out,
or going into town in warm weather
without your summer clothes
revealing cuts and bruises
covering your body.
From outside of the kingdom,
the castle looked fine.
But once you entered,
the reality was walls with holes
and broken glass.
The townspeople knew
of the havoc in the castle,
but no one dared to say a word.
Now you see,
shattered homes make terrible castles,
so who was to blame
when the King was overthrown
by his own blood?
The little princess,
only becoming a damsel in distress
at the age of five,
called out for help
because the King was uncontrollable.
She was just waiting
for somebody,
anybody,
to come and rescue her.
She wondered why
her father,
the invincible king,
didn’t have the power
to fix his armor,
fight for his kingdom,
and protect the girl
who thought he was
the world and more.
Was there something wrong with her?
Was she not enough
for him to love her?
She just went
from a broken child
to a messed up teenager
with no one to turn to.
When the princess grew up,
she got used to having
no one there for her.
She got used to handling
everything on her own.
No help or assistance
or even advice.
Just her thoughts,
her problems,
and that voice in her head,
telling her that she was wrong,
she didn’t matter
and even if she did,
he wouldn’t of done
what he did.
But the princess had learned
to overcome that voice,
for she mattered.
Maybe not to all,
but to some,
and some is enough.
And the princess knew for a fact,
that the King
no longer mattered
to her at all.