The Little Red Truth

I hate fairy tales
No, I honestly do
you don't believe me,
but this is why it's true

The happy little child,
the one in the red hood
who was visiting her grandma
way out in the wood

She'd didn't stray from the path
like the fable goes
in fact the child never picked
a solitary rose

The girl in the red hood
whose name was never known
was terrified of the forest
and rather stay at home

but her mother and father hated her
and yes she knew why
Little Hood was scared of everything
always did she cry

So her most unloving parents
thought to make her brave
never telling her, her fear
was the source of all their rage

This child was kicked out of her house
the one place she called home
and suddenly the woods
became where she must roam

No, there was no grandma
no Haven in which to rely
still from that path she dare not stray
else, no hope to survive

but slowly her little body
began to wither away
slowly she couldn't even
keep her fears at bay

Now usually in a 'fairy tale'
this is where our knight comes in
to save our helpless child
when things are oh so grim

but no one came to help her
she was out there on her own
to wonder the endless forest
dispirit and alone

Now the wolf I must not forget
to mention in this tale
'cause it didn't eat the child
she was too sick, too frail

Though this was not a kind wolf
could've eaten her, and would
but she wasn't worth the trouble
so it chased her out its wood

So now that you know the truth
I hope it's plain to see
The reason I hate fairy tales,
that little girl was me

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