I am Cinderella, lost and alone.
No rest for me,
My stepmother's wicked,
A cunning fox in a sly disguise.
Of too tight clothes,
And overpriced shoes,
And the bags galore!
The masterpiece the empy kits of vanity.
My ' sisters' by money, not blood or love,
Her perfect replicas.
Leaving me wishing I wasn't stone cold sober.
The stuff of nightmares disguised in pretty dresses.
On the prowl for,
Power and wealth not carrying a jolt,
For friendship and love.
Only silicone and being size 0.4.
They're pretty,plastic and fake.
All the things superficial men love to adore,
And lavish on their utmost, undivided attention.
Making me wish for just my one true Prince Charming and that one glass slipper.
To make me as happy, as a girl could possibly be.
To Sarsh cause you're one of the kindest, least superficial, annoying girls I know.
YOU ARE READING
Randoms
Non-FictionThe random things I've wrote throughout my 3 years at secondary school, bear with me cuz I've still got a long way to go. ;)
