I've changed. Get used to it!

I died my hair black,
I have scars on my back.
I curse even more,
Knowing that your not here anymore.
You asked me if I ever felt alone?
The answer is yes.
My blood is solid as stone.
I dream weird things,
Now i'm older and I dont belive in kings.
I feel more pain,
I'm tied in a chain.
Why can't you except me,
This is what I want to be.

Kings: In fairy tales. (Little kid)