Rapunzel was always my favorite princess.
I never understood why.
Then I grew up—and realized why.
She grew up caged in a castle,
Like I did—guarded to imperfection.
“The world is cruel,”
Mother Gothel used to say.
“Don’t go out—they’ll eat you alive,”
Mine would whisper the same way.
And oh, her long, untamed hair—
She never knew what to do with it.
Just like me with my thoughts,
Wondering, how to carry my mind?
Rapunzel was my favorite princess.
Growing up, I realized that’s why.
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Adulting is realizing how much your favorites scream about you.....
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Most interesting finding oneself in a favorite fairy tale. Lovely
I think a quite common feeling, liking someone we want to be or in this case someone who has lived the life they have, but not knowing that at the time, nicely expressed and written
My favorite princess is Fiona
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