I lied.

To be honest I don’t know what to do.
I wanted fame and fortune
'Cause I d0n't want to end up alone.
I want to have somebody hold me and remember our song.
I want to love in that way that everybody tells me I’m too young to.
I want to be cared for and to have someone willing to die for me.
I want to be the princess from the fairy stories
That I said I don’t believe in and know are all make believe,
Just like I said I knew I would have to work to live and I would have to be strong.
I told myself that I was brave and I didn’t care what anybody thought.
And now I realise that it was all a lie.
Everything I knew was because it was expected of me,
Like why the earth spins around.
And I was too scared to be the one disappointment.
So I lied.

— evie.haywood, Mar 21, 2010

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xena465

16 years 2 months ago

You’ll find that special

You'll find that special one someday Evie. There's no hurry. This poem is very very sad. How about writing a make-believe poem? Like the princess in this poem that you want to be. Just pretend that you are her and think about what you would be wearing, which prince you want to notice you or want to be with, the carriage, the white horses, so on and so on. There is so much you could dream up from being a real princess. What do you think? Course you can do it. Rosina xena465

evie.haywood

16 years 2 months ago

I guess it is sad but, I

I guess it is sad but, I wrote down what I thought and it's possibly the ebst portrayal of me there is so thankyou for the advice. :) Also, I'll do my best, there are a couple more I would like opinions on before hand though so I'll post those first. :) Evie