Lost In This Fairy Tale

Like a torn sock,
I've been worn
for too long,
since I was created,
this body of mine born.

The strands of my flesh
stretched,
pierced with needles and pain,
my feet are asleep,
I can't hold the weight
of heavy rain.

I've wasted my nights
wishing on shooting stars,
my days done
with hard work,
waiting
at the stop light,
counting passing cars.

Thinking to myself on taking
one last step
out into the road,
maybe this all just a fairy tale,
like how a kiss can make a Prince
change from an ugly Toad.