I have pity;
Openly express the sympathy felt
For that naive child believing honestly in
their fancy words in the format of a fairy tale.
It seems I ought to lament in her honor,
Being a naive victim myself.
For I'm almost positive they
Think my situation
Pathetically Sorrowful.
But they can only give out so much remorse in my favor
Before they start to blame the lonely, heartaching nights
and tears on my own self.
Just as I;
Caring to a certain extent for the little girl,
While thinking aloud how foolish one must be to
believe that one day her prince will come.