The other Cinderella Story
When shall this be over?the walk if lonely tears
the pain,
the tears,
the yelling,
all of this took to her body like a disease
never ceasing, never ending, always intensifying then slowly numbing
When would her fairy tale begin
the rewards of success,
the fun with others,
the touch of a lover
It was never to come for this Cinderella
She was locked up for so long that she found comfort in the dark
She did her duties silently, never causing a fuss
She always felt tormented by the others
because other people had what she craved for....
Her peace, her happiness, her joys.
All she had was her pain, sorrows, and tears
The only reward she received was broken glass and more pain.
She never got the chance to find her Prince Charming....
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