Kind of strange

I think
I’m kind of strange

In the past
I dreamed myself
to be a
noble virgin
in a tower

I wanted to be
sensitive, gentle, tender
helpless, in need of someone to guide me

And then the prince would come
in shining armor
on a tall white horse
And he would
only come to rescue me
and care for me

But I was strong
My life was clear
There were no dreadful
dangers
I was emancipated
not weak
And I made my life
without
a prince
to help me

And now
my dream did come true
So to say at least
And I am far away
from being glad

I am weak
I need guidance
I am too sensitive to bear, too tender
I am forgotten in my tower

But where the hell
did my
dammed prince go?!