Cinderela

Forget about it Yes, is all  about being yourself like cinderella.  yes, that's life hidden in the sun when the clock marked 12.  yes, I am  about to become myself from charcoal. Yes, I am not like everyone, I am hiding behind everyone.  Yes, I do feel pain, that type of pain that moves your soul.  yes yes and yes I'm the one who never cries when going back to being a servant.  it's me who never gives up after losing my hopes and being swiped by the night.  it's me who doesn't care what others say when I come to the ball with no crystal shoe.  yes it's me who…. FORGET THIS!! That's not me I am the one who is afraid to leave my broom and have a life. I am the one who is trapped without knowing how to escape from a palace of imagination.  It is I who trembles once with your anger, who even with a float wants to walk barefoot.  I am the one who has dreams and have been lost time without knowing how to satisfy her desire to live and tell the world that she has been reborn, not from the charcoal but from the broken cristan shoe