The Destruction of Cinderella

Cinderella, you poor girl.

Your stepmother and stepsisters screamed so much your head whirled.

You had been nothing but kind, nothing but true.

I guess that’s why I wanted to help you.

It was so sad to watch those people control everything little thing that you do.

To dance with the prince was your dream.

I gave you a dress that made you gleam.

I took your rags and fixed every single seam.

But what I didn’t realize was that you were missing your self-esteem.

You were so much more than what any castle could give you.

But you were so wrapped up, you never had a clue.

You thought that a dress could make you appealing.

But what that dress did for you was something revealing.

It made you into a princess.

A future queen.

A monster.

A person oh so mean.

Your stepmother and stepsisters yeah, they were cruel.

But to say that you weren’t a mirror reflection would be the equivalent of being a fool.

Now, look here, dear.

Use this mirror.

Here you are on the bathroom floor.

You’re crying because your fairy tale prince found somebody else to care for.

Oh, Cinderella.

You poor thing.

Your life would’ve so much better without that ring.

If only you had realized the potential, the radiance you had within.

Maybe then you would’ve been comfortable in your own skin.

See you thought you needed a man.

You spent your whole life thinking of a plan.

You had been looking for acceptance within others.

You were convinced that you needed to receive love from another.

Look at yourself in the mirror, Cinderella.

You chose to follow your stepmother’s rules.

If you chose to stand up for yourself, that would’ve been cool.

The prince didn't save you.

All along you had the strength within.

If only you were comfortable in your own skin.