Just like a Fairytale

I sighed deeply, looking at my jewels in the sunlight. I had just started reading the book that was written about me and my eyes had already had enough. I glanced back down at the words on the page,
“Anne is truly a princess-” And then I was lost in thought,
“Why, I am a princess! I am hidden away, over-protected from the loud streets. I don jewels and trophies, some that were given to me. All dressed up, I sit in my room and await my knight; my prince charming. I have servants, daily working for me.” The smile on my face was faint, but a smile at all from me was hardly seen. I lifted my fragile body from the bed and looked in the mirror. I was a princess, princess of nowhere. I was hidden away, en-caged and over-protected from those who could love me. My tears shown in the sunlight sparkling like fine jewelry, the bruises on my arms and body were like trophies, given to me. All dressed up, my clothes torn and my make-up smudging, I stare at my reflection and watch my eyeliner running. I sat in my room, awaiting my knight; my prince charming, but he was never to arrive. For, he was my Sleeping Beauty, lost in a coma and not even dreaming of me. I had servants, daily working for me, trying their best make me live and keep me breathing. My eyes wandered back to the page,
“-of depression, I think you might consider putting her on some anti-depressants before she commits suicide.” My smile grew a little, and yes, the book about me; all of the letters that my psychiatrist wrote that my parent’s had never seen…

It was easy to tell, my life was purely Just like a Fairytale…