Happily Never After

Cinderella

All she wanted was to go to the ball,

And have the ending of her dreams.

But alas she was but just a maid,

With the cruelest family of all.

Her stepmother laughed and gave her more chores,

Her stepsisters did just the same.

Cleaning was her escape.

A way to relieve,

The pain she felt deep within.

On the night of the ball,

Her stepfamily left,

Leaving Cinderella all alone.

She stared at her reflection on the newly waxed floors,

And grimaced at the sight she beheld.

"How could someone love me?"

The poor girl sighed.

"I'm just an ugly old maid."

"My dreaming is hopeless.

A prince won't come.

I would just scare him away."

She stood from her mop and cleaning supplies,

And stepped to the large kitchen.

"No one will care that I'm gone,"

She thought to herself,

And picked up a butchers knife.

She sliced at her arm in a vertical way,

Leaving red designs on her skin.

She cut and she cut,

It was her only hope,

To end her suffering.

White spots danced in her vision,

And she smiled to herself,

As she plummeted to the floor.

The women came home and gasped at the sight,

The young girl lay dead at their feet.

They cried and they sobbed,

They should have treated her better.

They missed dear Cinderella.