Cinderella

She’d like you to know,
Of her life, she was tired,
Of acting like the slave,
In a song, she felt sighing.
An opportunity slipped in,
She took it;
She was hurt,
And she shook in it.
The magic in her dreams,
The love in a same sight,
The love she never felt,
The love she couldn’t fight.
A clock that struck,
In an hour so cliché,
The magic disappears,
But in memories remain.
Then the worst happened,
It was a Prince she reeled in,
It didn’t even matter,
Because only her feet fit in.
Then wedding bells rung,
She had escaped with a stand,
She had freed herself,
From her stepmother’s hands.