Barefoot Cinderella

You were my prince, but I couldn’t be more wrong,

I’ve woken from my slumber and there  was silence and no song,

To dance to, and you are just waltzing away with a smile on your face,

While I’m left in the corner, not properly dressed, a huge disgrace,

I glance at the mirror and the sight shocked me,

I’m clothed in a pile of rags, and I can’t seem to see,

The princess I envisioned myself to be,

My glass slippers are gone, and I’m barefoot on the ground,

The clock has stopped ticking, and my prince has left, nowhere to be found.