Dressed to kill
but no where to go.
A fairytale disaster
put on a show.
I do not need a prince
to have a happy ending.
I will not lose
and I will not stop pretending.
I will hold my head high
keep my heart strong.
Because this Cinderella
will not get this time wrong.
Will another price find my heart?
Or just another stupid shoe?
I will wait an hour after midnight
to know my fairytale will not come true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem