i was once a prince charming to the girl who loved me

i was a prince charming for the girl
who loved me.

i was naive, pure, innocent
at heart and all they call me is
with the names i haven't heard
before, the names which i don't
know the meaning of.

i was still the same prince charming
for the girl who thought i'm ME.

i was bullied, beaten, tortured
physically and mentally
i knew what the hell means
it is not home, it is everywhere
around, but it is not home
and all i wished was an escape
to the places where i was safe;
at home.

i was the prince who couldn't save himself
to go save his princess on a flying horse.

cross the hell before you reach
the den you hid in
i was killed every day, every
fucking day into the pieces
brutally.
day one, they took my confidence
day two, my hope
day three, my courage
day four, day five, six, seven
the hell!! who invented the numbers
at last my soul was broke too
nothing was left to be broken,
to be killed.

i was the prince who needed
the princess to save him.

tied together all my broken pieces
i reach the home
i plaster them with care
i plaster everywhere that
you couldn't find me
you couldn't know who is hidden underneath
you have no right to know
who i'm.

i was the prince whom the princess too
thought as a monster she needs to be saved from

i believed in turning points
mine was yet to come
while i was a distraught child
bullied by everyone.
it came. Wow, what a change it
brought. All at once
i knew what i had to do.

i was the prince who turned evil
to bring back what was mine; the princess;
and everything.

i'm different, i'm rare
i'm unique, i'm distinct
i'm not you
i'm the evil in the world you all live in
i'm the nightmare to your nights
i'm the death you fear of
i'm the living deathmonger
i'm no longer me.

i was the prince who believes
"if it's not mine, then it's no ones".

the man you knew is no longer
the man you know
the man became the demon 
what is worse than taking the lives of people
hahahhaha.....
my story is different
my story will teach you no good
my story is of a psychopath
swimming in the pool of blood
struggles are the stories i wrote
killing is the fantasy i dreamt
i dance to the cries of people
i walk over the dead bodies i killed
i live on the blood
i laugh at their despair.

i was once a prince charming to the girl
who loved me.

This is not me. I didn't want this
to happen to me. I was just a boy next door
i was just a kid. i wasn't a monster
but you made me one
i blame you.
i blame you for everything for
what i've become
for what the prince charming became the
villain in the story.

after all, i'm a prince to my mother.


©Sushritha Danturi