No ugly step-sisters to                                                                treat me like  there slave.                                                               No mean old step-mother to                                                   make me her maid.                                                                      No little mice and birds                                                                 be-friending me today.                                                                   No Fairy god-mother to                                                              send me off for the masquerade.                                                     Reality every where i look,                                                          every single route i took.                                                                I lost that chance to have my prince that day i ran away,            from that point on the days were so long,                                    every aspect of my life seemed so wrong.                                  Not even a pretty  voice to                                                         sing him a song.                                                                           Is this my hidden talent i have been searching for all along?                                                                                       Will this be the motivation my life needed to make me tall and strong,                                                                                                          or will this prepare me enough for yet another fall?