a different cinderella story...

Once upon a time, as every story goes, There's a beautiful maiden that everybody knows. Her voice was never heard, although she had much to say, Yet continued to be gentle and kind throughout the days. But one day, instead of silence, she chose Instead of being quiet, she suddenly spoke Perhaps a change would suit her best, But despite her words, she was seen as a pest That prevented others from succeeding Because her kindness was misleading. Many misfortunes have been brought upon her, However, she only got stronger. But as years passed by for this lovely maiden She believed it was time to fight back, but kept failing Because her kindness blinded her anger, Her pain, her sorrow, yet came a stranger Who lifted her sorrows with her own kindness. Although her pain went on for years, All was worth it, including the tears For she knows happiness doesn't last She stayed steadfast, Keeping the joy Inside her heart From when she was in her youth before she had to part From the family she once had, Long ago, in her past. Despite the hate she received, She began to proceed To become some one she always wanted to be, To be free from the chains that binded her, To be free from her kindness that guided her, blinded her, from the future she could have changed long ago. However, one day, An opportunity came, For her to set things right for her future to be bright, An invitation was sent to her household, A moment she can withhold, To make an advantage against those Who disgusted her beauty and thou She was only a servant she had intelligence, and deserved it, She earned her paved road to leave the doors That have been locked for so long, and met another stranger who sang a song, A song that made her heart soar, And what was it that she wanted more? Time Time she didn't have Time that didn't last, Because a gift she received prior Was about to expire. And so she left.... She left that open door, To return home, with nothing more Than hope... hope that she knew Would come back, someday, maybe soon. She was right to have that hope, but began to cope With the emotions she couldn't control, But had to play the role She had played her whole life. But all it took was one slip up, And all her dreams were locked up Until her kind friends saw her pain And freed her once again So that her life could be as happy as theirs, Since she made their dreams come true, with the kindness that she despises herself. And so, as the saying goes, Her shoe had fit, And she knew what that finally meant. Her freedom... After reading this story, her name is mostly known, But this story I do not own, But interpret it in a way I would like to see played Not as a role but as a life situation That could be put into initiation Only by words...