Princess

Perhaps, Ariel had never been the princess she had supposed herself to be -

Being enamored by some prince of the distant lands, 

While being completely unaware of the person he was.

Losing herself, her identity to the one who she knew would abuse the gift,

To Ursula. Was such naivety ever becoming for a princess?

Frolicking around with a crab for a friend, and being pleasantly unaware 

Of the affairs of the kingdom or the apprehensions of the king,

Just being attentive of her own self and her own needs and her own amusements,

Was such self-indulgence becoming for a princess?

Being ready to sacrifice her own lands, her own habits, her own habitat

For someone she barely knew, or rather 

For someone who she claimed she loved with her whole heart,

Trying to be a human for someone she felt was human, 

Who might have been a wolf in sheep's clothing,

Was such blatant ignorance becoming of a princess?

Perhaps, had the tales depicted her to be more of a princess of deeds - brave and sensible 

Than to be a princess indulging in fabricating castles in air,

She might have been the princess who thousands would look up to.