I am Cinderella
Author's Note: I don't own Cinderella, it's just an analogy
Clearing out
The embers long ago burnt,
Inside ashes never to be seen.
Make myself pretty enough,
For the high public, that is.
All my efforts torn to shreds.
Leave me here, coiled and talking to myself.
Am I schizophrenic?
Someone's talking back now,
Has someone come to rescue me?
Illusions of happiness, unreal, I know,
But I must indulge myself
Just once.
Addicted to the illusion,
Terrified of the truth.
And then I see him, the biggest illusion of all.
Dancing a joyless waltz with me,
Dizziness decides to take over.
And he is gone.
I'm left with new wounds,
Fresh scars decorating my thoughts.
Midnight comes and takes me.
I am Cinderella.