UGLY DUCKLING

She is an ugly duckling,
Sitting alone in the corner,
Lost in her fairy tales,
And waiting for her
Prince to come,
And turn her into a swan.
She is fluttering wings impatiently,
But she will never take flight.
She thinks, "I am not meant to be happy,"
And knows that if he did come for her,
She would never have a chance,
To prove she is worth something regardless.
She sits alone because,
She is afraid this is as good as it gets,
And society has conditioned her,
To think too much,
In an effort to outguess life's cruelties.
She is standing on an abyss in her mind,
Because if she cannot have the fairy tale,
She would rather jump.
She is wishing of a time,
When things were more easily black and white,
And she knew what she wanted.
Most frightening is the realisation,
That if she does not,
She will never reach her full potential,
And she will always be,
An ugly duckling,
Sitting alone in the corner.