I killed Cinderella,
shot her twice in the back.
Didn't know her,
didn't need to.
I knew how it would end.
Happy. Ever. After.
Yeah, I tipped of the witch,
gave her the poison myself.
Apple, genius.
She should have died.
True love. HA!
Don't make me laugh.
The rose, now that takes me back.
She wanted to create hope,
I didn't know what the dippy
old bat was on about.
I was young, as were my dreams.
Now I know the goal.
The sea witch . . .
oh yes I remember.
Tricky one, I admit,
but none the less do-able.
To be honest with you,
I don't know where they all went wrong.
So what if I tried to kill the princesses.
So what if I loathe Prince Charming.
So what if I can't stand happy ever after.
Does that make me less human?
Or just another broken heart in the crowd.
