Cinderella

I'm wearing a ball gown
I'm glowing in blue
I'm running now
But did I forget my shoe?

As time ticks on
And midnight grows nearer
I start to stumble
I'm feeling wearier and wearier

He calls my name
And I feel ashamed
I wish it didn't have to be this way
But I must, I must run away

I told them that I'd stay home
I promised them this!
How will they react
When they find me amiss?

My name is Cinderella
I'm meant to sweep up ashes
No, I'm not meant to dance
No, not with princes in lovely fashions
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A quick poem for writing club.