I am Cinderella, a lonely little one.
I do not enjoy anything, I’m sad enough not to, and my dearest ones make sure it stays this way.
The Sun in winter allows a reason to smile, but I have scars from lashes that I must hide underneath my gown.
I am Cinderella, a lonely little one, and lonelier than me is my time all day. For I mend what I break, and cry in vain.
And worse is yet to come, I keep eyes watchful while my horse awaits a chance to be ridden. I fear though that freedom in escaping alone.
What I’m expecting is but obvious to them cruel. A fantastic story that has a happy ending, while running away plays a part cowardice to it.
A story surprising, unexpected, and welcome. This story in me, the way it has always been. Though intriguing, yet not cared for to be shown.
A pebble in your shoe you call me. Excuse me, but I come in peace. I know your bread is most delicious, but you forget you owe me every single slice of it.