Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Bitter in pink

I never wanted to be a monster,
I was the girl who silently wished to be a princess.
I wanted little feet fitting perfectly into glass slippers
And pretty pink and purple gowns to twirl around in.
I became a monster greater than Cthulhu.
I raged and roared and rampaged against my better wishes.
While there was a little girl dying to dance
With handsome men and giggle about jewelry,
There was also a girl splitting herself into pieces
And hiding in the dark shadows of day.
She wanted tea parties and slumber parties and
Shopping parties for shoes.
Instead, she marinated in misery and had the
Better parts of her innocence torn away.
She growls in the night and hates during the day.
She wanted to be beautiful, soft and elegant
But became bitter, ugly and maniacal instead.
She wanted a chance to be better,
She became worse.
She tells everyone this is how she wants to be,
So that they all just leave her alone but deep
Down inside lives a girl who wanted to be a princess
Instead of a snarling, rageful monster.

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