Fairy Tale?

A sheltered kid from the childhood,

She was raised as a princess and 

To be someone else's queen one day.

Yes, she was pampered but 

Raised to put someone else's wishes 

Above her own, one day.

Brought up as the girl of one home,

She was expected to be the woman of

Someone else's home someday.

Growing up drinking the concoction 

Of the tales of some naive princesses 

Relying solely on their princes,

She wished for her own fairy tale someday.

She was one day promised to 

And wed off to a prince, however,

Little did she know 

He was never to be her prince charming.

What had started of as little belittling 

And some nasty words directed 

Oh, so subconsciously towards her,

Slowly culminated into verbal abuses.

What had started as a gradual emotional abuse

Which pained her heart each day,

She could never even comprehend, 

When it grew to slaps and punches and kicks

Thrown oh so frequently at her.

And yet, all she did was tolerate,

For she was taught to hero-worship and give in

To that certain someone one day,

She was coerced into believing 

Him being right at all the times, 

Her supposed prince charming

Who never seemed to treat her even as a human,

Leave alone his queen. 

But she did not retaliate, she suffered,

Cried tears of agony, grief

All within her chaotic mind.

The wounds on her body would at some moment

Stop bleeding. Yet, her incessantly bleeding heart

Knew no remedies. 

She withered away gradually, 

The gorgeous flower that she was once

Now reeked of immense sorrow,

A living corpse. 

If only she had been taught to be 

The creator of her own fairy tale, 

Instead of relying on some prince charming,

Who turned out to be devil incarnate,

The once gorgeous flower would have 

Turned into the most delightful flower 

In all of the gardens.