Happily ever after...

...Happily ever after.

It seemed like a fairy tale, an uncomplete fairy tale, stuck in the moments of sadness and loneliness, suffering from the inside and faking it in the outside.
When things are not in the perfect way, all mess up, nothing complete, nothing done.
When all your dreams come to your head, but then again nothing is right, to difficult it seems to ever reach them all.
Happiness is not there, although that is what it seems, faking the real feelings that is right, that is real.
Shouting and shouting, but nobody listening, they tell, they talk, the say, but they never stop, they never stop to listen.
No fairy godmother that can save, no person that can tell, how much suffering there is inside, no prince comes, no magic that can save, no way to scape.
Uncomplete fairy tale that is, stuck in the moments of sadness and loneliness, this Cinderella is tired of waiting, when it’s going to come? when it will appear the ‘Happily ever after’ of dreams?