Cinderella's thoughts

I clean, I scrub

from the mantel to the tub

I clean, I scrub

Such a mundane life

Not much strife

Except for my sisters' endless bickering

Nothing seeems worth mentioning

Yes I wish for some excitement

Oh how I wish for some amusement

The ball seems like the perfect thing 

to bring me out of my head

But alas it is only wishful thinking

I only made my stepmother see red

I knew from the start

that I didn't belong

Now this lady that practices black art 

made me feel strong

if only for a few hours

for when the clock strikes twelve 

this dream will be put on a shelve

a mere decoration like a bed of flowers

No one recognized me 

I have no proof 

Just an amazing night that made me see

That I should take control of my rooof

I run downstairs to make my stand

But i am shoved into the kitchen

I feel fear but I hear a demand

A familiar voice pitches in

I can hardly believe it

The shoe doesn't fit either of my sisters

I am most startled that the prince is ready to commit

I feel bad for my stepsisters

My stepmother is forced to brimg me out

and of course the shoe fits perfectly

The prince and I decide to take the same route

However I wish to gude my father's estate fearlessly

The prince and I court each other

And all becomes clear 

The days pass and I wait for another

I now wonder what's near.