Cinderella Picking up dirty clothes, Sweeping away the dust, All my talents, Left to rust. Listen to your master, Do as you are told, Since I was little, I've been controlled Responding to Maid, servant or slave, Getting a beating, If I don't behave. The people with pale skin, That talk extraordinarily funny, That don't care about anything, Other than money. The monsters must be, Of a different breed, Coz none of my people, Were driven by greed. Though there is one different, He looks at me while I work, He sometimes stares, He sometimes smirks. Then as he ate, He threw some to me, I was as grateful, As could be. He became my, Secret friend, But the relationship, Was a dead end. He made me happy, He would sneak carefully, Down to my room, To lie with me. Tell me I was beautiful, I was never convinced. I was his princess, And he was my prince. We made a plan, To run away, Only a week from, Wednesday. I was ready, Left everything, And went to where, We were meeting. But it was not my prince, Who stood there, A gun against my head, And dragged by my hair. I was pulled, To the room, The room that no one, Returned from...