Fairytale gone bad

Day after day, my dreams and hopes become more and more alive and I get to realize that some are just meant to be dreams.
No matter how colourful a dream is, maybe I have to filter which one should come to life and which not.

After all, in the end of the day, we are all humans.We all feel joy and pain, no matter what other differences are.

When I stumble upon hurt, angry people, how can I not understand their pain?
I do.And I empathise.I can feel your pain like my own.
But now I am not a kid anymore.Fairytales might go wrong.I must take care of my heart first of all, isn't it?
Otherwise, when the real prince will arrive, I'll have nothing left to offer.