The Fairytale

The fairytale now fades to grey
And for my sins I now must pay
I wonder how I’ve come this far
On wishes, dangling from a star
Now falling, lifeless to the ground
These dying dreams don’t make a sound.

So do I cling to hopes long past
A young girl’s dream, both deep and vast,
And continue wanting a life the most
That drifts and fades out like a ghost?
And do I really want these things
Or only acceptance that it brings?

Belonging, approval, fitting in
Keeping up with the Jones’s, a game to win
I find the journey a masquerade;
I hide behind the mask I’ve made…
Façade created to protect
From judging eyes that each dissect.

Making plans or living free
I can’t decide which I should be
I see the lives of friends unfold
And once I sought to fit their mold
But now life takes a different turn
I find the lessons yet to learn


A winding path I navigate
Distinguishing dreams from others bait
To be like them, and live their life
While inside I feel only strife
At living less than true to me
To please the ones who don’t agree.

And now I see my path more clear
The mask comes off, though I still fear
For genuineness it lights the way
To a life of richness in each new day
The fairytale replaced by a life most true
With no more pretending, we start anew.