Miss. Cinderella
When i was alot younger,
I used to dream of gowns,
white silver and gold,
tiara's and jewerlly,
castels of dream.
But as i got older,
Money got tighter,
whenever i found a prince
He was the wrong one.
My queen worked hard,
The king was never there,
My brothers were rough.
But one day,
i looked in the mirror,
and didn't see a princess
I felt imperfect,
then i relised,
i'm not cinderella,
i am me...