Happily Ever After

She breaks, shattering upon coarse words and violently
bitter actions, like glass slippers on jagged rocks.
Cinderella's beauty fades, broken spirit and crushed dreams.
She still waits for the prince that never was and never
will be. In his place is cold silence and shattered
slippers.

If she had known would she still have dared to dream
impossibilities? No fairy tale endings, no fairy
godmothers to save her from this all to real reality.
There is no such thing as happily ever after, no prince
charming on a white horse to save you.

Wasting her beauty and life on false ideals and silly
hopes. Had she only take a step outside of her fairy
tale dreams she might have found her own version of
happily ever after. Fading slowly, Cinderella, old and
gray, dies upon tattered sheets in the asylum of insanity.