Once upon a distant time
She had a story to tell
It wasn't of the fairy type
She wasn't faring so well
What wicked brats her sisters were
Always leaving her to play alone
Ripping her of her pride and toys
throwing words that felt like stone
She was forced to take their bitter pills
and drink in their fibs and lies
She laughed while they were joking
to disguise the tears she cried
She grew accustom to the pain
the tears she learned to take
the bruising discolored the spirit inside
and the smiles she learned to fake
She has long since lost her cadence
She had no rythm nor rhyme
her beat belonged to a different drummer
and she fell out of step and time
She grew to be indifferent
Her ear fell death to their tone
She was worn due to all the abuse
and found her peace alone
She cast her shadow beneath the timbers
to keep from crossing their paths
She'd keep from their line of site
to keep from their sneers and laughs
She never made it to be ball that night
there was no princess for the prince to find
Her Fairy Godmother never came into sight
No glass slipper left behind
Her life was lived for the needs of others
and her needs she saw to herself
there was no happily ever after
the mice were mice and nothing else