Disney taught us something impractical.
We grew up dreaming of fairy tales.
Believing in the idea of a perfect world where good triumphs over evil.
That not only does true love exist, but it conquers all.
Promises were made about life, about love.
But reality fell short.
Who will take responsibility for the tears I have shed?
When time finally taught me that life is full of grey, and not the black and white of childish lore.
Who do I hold accountable for the pieces of my heart?
Fragmented in ways only adults could understand.
Can I file a lawsuit for false and broken promises?
And if I won, would anything compensate for the innocence that was lost?
Nothing in the world would.