His Cinderella

There’s this boy in my class
He calls me his Cinderella.
But does he really know that I want
Him to be my Prince Charming?
I don’t think so.

Sure I have the
Wicked Stepmother
And the bratty, ugly stepsisters
And the dim witted father
But, the only thing missing from this fairytale is
My prince charming

I keep waiting for my fairy god mother
To come and help me go to the ball
But she doesn’t come

Five years later,
I realize that fairy tale's
Aren’t true and that their
Only words that are made up

I spend days, and days
Wishing that just for one day
I could really become his
Cinderella