«Once upon a time there was a little girl…» — Summary

SaraSad

Once upon a time there was a little girl The little girl loved the world, and all that she could see She was daddy’s little princess and mommy’s dream However, she slowly changed as the years passed by She grew up, she learned, she discovered the truth She learned that the world she’d seen was not the world she sees The world was different, the world was harsh And she did not want to live within its boundaries So she cast out away with a shout “I’ll live in my own world, really, So keep your reality away from me!” But her parents began to worry They watched her transform into something terrible They watched her change, just like she watched the world And suddenly, they didn’t love her anymore At first they tried to help, but they only made it worse She only wished to be real, but she could only see the hate They began to back away, sick of all her lies And finally one day the left her completely, And that night the little girl died. For the monster had taken over, the darkness was complete And I know this story… Because that little girl was me.

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Sara opens like a fairy tale, with a happy child who loves the world and is loved in return. The tone shifts once she "discovers the truth" and finds the world harsher than she believed. Rather than accept it, she retreats into a world of her own and shouts at everyone else to keep reality away. From there the poem charts a slow collapse: her parents watch her turn into "something terrible," their love fades, and they leave.

The speaker's feelings build toward the last two lines, when she reveals the girl was herself. What she seems to feel is grief, shame, and loneliness. She says she only wanted to be "real" but felt surrounded by hate. Calling her old self dead and blaming a "monster" suggests she sees her present self as something that replaced the child she was. The mood is bleak and confessional. The simple, storybook language makes the sadness feel even more raw, like a bedtime story that goes wrong.

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