People have notions
Of the life I lead,
Many fail to know
Just what I need.

They see fair princes
Assume endings ;
They ignore battles,
Quiet defendings.

People love drama,
Suppose stories:
Shining armour;
Such rave glories!

Deep truth is darker,
As truth must be;
People mark the light,
Leave the dark to me.

I searched for peace;
But battled for time;
And received minutes,
That made hope mine.

People guess I smile:
I’ve more than enough!
All did and does go well!
I never had it rough!

They don’t see fear
Or anxiety,
Those slurs and punches
Bestowed on me.

How each prince I loved
Gave me songs to sing –
But only if I gave
What made him a king.

People I love,
Who love me back,
Have no qualms in
Judging what I lack;

So the fair endings,
All, wilfully, see,
Aren’t actually
What happen to me.

People are people.
This is just so.
The truth of my life
Is just mine to know.