once upon a time there was a perfect little princess. She was funny, witty, intelligent and creative. She would play beautiful sonnets on the piano, draw and paint worlds of beauty, tell tales of her mind and dazzle the people around her with her very presence. But alas, she missed one thing: The little princess was not beautiful. She was very very ugly. Her father, the king, who cared highly about his job, had hit her away in the castle. she had her own wing of the castle where only the most trusted servants would come, servants you could trust would keep their mouths shut. No one could paint her or take a picture of her, no journalists would be allowed to talk to her, and in someone should catch a glimpse of her the King would always be very fast to explain that she was the inbread incident of some servants. And the fact that she was staying in the castle was a proof of the King's good will. And she would look happy throughout the entire day, sing songs and tell ttales to the children of the servants. They weren't scared of her, because they all knew that she was a princess, and a beautiful one too. But when they went to bed and the only thing the princess would hear in her wing was the clacking of her nails against the keys on the piano and the clacking of her teeth because of the crying she felt like she was going to die.
And this was no happy fairytale. Everyone in her wing knew, that the King had told the press when she was born that she was the miscarriage and everyone knew that the King and the Queen had a son less than a year after her birth, and everyone knew that the King and the Queen only saw her once a year, and that was on her birthday for a five minutes talk on webcam. And now you may think that this changed. That she was the ugly duckling of an unfortunate Kingdom and would suddenly grow up and turn into a beautiful swan. But you're wrong. She didn't. An ugly child grows into an ugly adult, and so did she. And she may have been loved by some, but she was afraid that they would leave her too so she never dared to love them back. And when she finally did love someone with her entire heart the person would usually take that damned heart and wreck it.
Oh, she grew up, she ruled in her own little kingdom with livingrooms and paintings and Steinways and golden toilets but she didn't become a queen as she was supposed to. One day she took a walk in the outside world wearing normal clothes and with only one female servant to act as a friend and show her around. And people would walk away from her, shop owners would raise their prices to keep her out, mothers would hold tightly onto their children and dogs would bark at her. And that night she tried to run away but the King had guards around the castle and she was caught, and to fulfill his dream she threw herself into the moat around the castle in order to be eaten by the crocodiles and sharkes. But they were genuinely scared and drew away from her, and the water disliked the feeling of her skin and saught to get away from her. she found a knife and tried to cut her veins but it went from being sharp to be completely flat when it realised that it was her skin it was about to penetrate. She tried to set fire to her clothes but only managed to trigger the fire alarm. sh realised then that all there was to do for her was to sit in her castle and paint paintings and sing songs and tell tales and pretend everything was alright in order to keep the world from having more as her. As long as she was still there to be the scapegoat of the world, no one else would have to be. And thinking that thought she sat down by the piano, alone in the dark, and cried.