I remember the fairy tales the ones that all little girls know. The ones with the princesses and the love that conquered all. But in my fairy tale love is a myth. It doesn't conquer everything. In my reality he isn't my prince. I'm not his precious and that is something I have to live with. The once upon time came and went only lasted for a few moments giving me tears of what could have been. The happily ever ending never came the story just stopped and I'm stuck in the pages. I don't know what fairy tale I'm stuck in. I know this isn't Cinderella but I am ignored. This isn't Snow White for I don't know any dwarfs. I know it's not Beauty for the beast isn't here. My love isn't like those fairy tales. For they have their princes They have been saved but my love never came and my world is turning gray. I want to see true love to know that he cares. But my prince charming isn't here and I don't think he cares. In my tale the princess will die. Not of murder but of wishing for something that was a complete lie. In my story the happy ending doesn't occur it ends with the princess crying in her room as the pages end and the book is closed. My fairy tale is one that parents don't tell because it's the truth and not some happy fairy tale.