Footsteps eco from the fountain of youth,
as the last drop is crucial for those who seek
everlasting beauty

Their limbs twist and turn to catch scraps
hoping it will give them glory

Do they yearn for the troubled tradgedies of youth
or do the forget its hardships?

Society fools them with materialism, while their deaf ears
gladly enjoy and refuse to listen

Their hearts are like the soil of a red rose.
Above it grows the beautiful flowers,
while underneath are the ugly larvas.

But hope is yet not lost, for when the flower dies,
rain arrives and gives birth to a new ROSE.

From playing house to paying bills,
from being a princess to being seen lika thing.
Is the world I have grown up in been a farce or does the reality of the real world seem to escape me?

Have I been lied to and thrown into the land of fantasy, or was it a necessity to shield me from my ultimate reality?
I feel like Alice in Wonderland, although instead of a hat through which I can return to my world, I am stuck in this nightmare

Tiaras an teacups have been
replaced by meaningless jobs and illusions of freedoms.

Work hard , they say, but stay feminin.
Be independent, but not to masculine.
Hate men, for they are the enemy,
but pay attention and smile when they have seniority.

Little girl grows up to be defined by her titles: a mother, a wife, a daughter
but all she dreams of is being a princess of her own Castle.