Overlooked
Artist Unknown
She wanted to believe in fairytales
That love truly exists
Yet, here she was
In an unfamiliar place
Where was the hero?
Or the godmother?
Even a kindly sprite
To see her pain
A kind word
Perhaps a magic spell
The briefest of hopes
Of a warm embrace
Tired of pretending
She was always strong
Exhausted from the journey
As tears rolled down her face
She was worthy, Was she not?
Why then was she the one wounded
While her advisary
Stood and mocked
She vowed to remain
Kind and good
Because she knew
What it was liked, to be overlooked
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Beautiful.
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Beautiful. Perfect finale.
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