How is this poem about a fantasy prince?

quit the desire to the fantasy you anticipate; a prince will deftly guide you away, to a fairy tale met only in your nightmare. Adoringly he will play, with your heart as if it were clay, putting it together and ripping it back down to pieces every night and day, for a prince to the eye, and a demon to the soul, never get fooled by the man that gives you gold, you are his slave in his bewildered brain, only seeing you as Barbie as he pretends to be Ken; yet you'll see, he is not the faultless toy you use to play, he is not the prince your tears watched at ten, he is the man that just wants you there, to control you like a video nightmare.