Unlike Cinderella
What is it like,
being related to her?
Long days and long nights
of singing and torture.
She's perfect and blonde,
and praised as a legend.
A pretty fish in a pond,
a moral that was never questioned.
Well, here's something you didn't know about my step-sister,
she was always up to no good, something evil and sinister.
She pranced in her heels and danced with the mice,
but she'd poison my food and make me catch lice.
She hid her cruelty behind her white smile
but her actions clung to anything vile.
She stole my prince and ran far away,
she made sure I had no future and have to have stayed.
That is my story,
poor old Drizella.
A pitiful victim,
unlike Cinderella.
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