Evil Stepmother, My Side of it All

August 20, 2017

The glass slipper, the carriage .

You all know the story .

That vacuous Cinderella ended up with all the glory.

Evil stepmother , I'm the one you love to hate .

When I locked her in that dusty room I thought I sealed her hellish fate.

But years went by and she's still the one you love .

But did you ever think to hear my side of the story ?

It's just as interesting, well kind of.

18 years old.

Pretty as a daisy .

Working for my own stepmother, oh boy was she lazy.

Ordering me around like her own pack mule .

Hell did break loose if I broke one of her rules .

I wanted to be like the other girls .

Just wanted to go out have fun and be loved by another .

Step mother insisted I stay inside and work .

So make sure you know the reason for ones actions before you spew hate .

Don't try and change your mind now .

Ugly Cinderella has the love and glory.

And that shrew got her own movie already and it's far too late .

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