Analysis of Transformation

I use to see things so clearly, every detail so brilliant!
I thought if I could see all this, my life would be splendent.
Alas, it isn't so.  A befiting ending, I suppose.
You see, I found love in books, in fairytales, in poetry.
I saw thru the eyes of the writer!
I thought I knew by reading when it came it would be the same.  I laugh! Its wasn't.  
I use to imagine the person of my dreams to fit me,
like a puzzle.  My perfect match.  My true soulmate.
Alas, it wasn't so.  A bittersweet beginning.
You see, I believed in wishes and love never-ending.
Movies made from make believe!
I really believed, I wished on every falling star!
My heart felt overjoyed at finding my love!
Beyond estatic I was, foolish idiot I was!
Thru out the Years since then, I begun to understand
Sadly, a little too late, for me that is.
I see now the real stories behind fairytales
I reread the books from before - their different.
I see the ugliness, the wrongness.... the lies!
Every person now has a dark side to them.
Every brightness has a smug of evilness
I can see the decent in every one I meet!
I plays in my mind like a broken tape stuck!
Over and over, repeating the same stupidity!
How could I have been so blind?
What was I thinking, being pulled by...nothing.
Love I relize is ever so flitting.
Like a butterfly's transformation.
A butterflys transformation.
And like them it dies, unexpectedly.
Disasterously, unimagineably, tragically, swiftly.
I use to see things so clearly now there's smudges
Rose colored glasses have shattered
What was true isn't anymore -- just vanished.
The last transformation, the last.