Sad Reality of Cinderella

Cinderella danced away,

but no one would come her way.

Her sisters watched and laughed in pain,

while sipping fancy champagne.

No beautiful flowy gown

or exquisite glass slipper,

no lush hair or a crown.

Ella had no choice but to try

and make her empty life alive.

No one marveled at her grace

for there was none to embrace.

After all, she was just an unfortunate girl,

living in a lonely world,

no magical savior,

no happy ending.

 

 

 

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