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...

The Little Mermaid There was once, A little red-haired girl, Who wasn't very happy, With just the human world. Every night she dreamed, Of swimming with a tail, Through the deep blue ocean, With bright shimmering scales. She could hold her breath, For hours on end, In these little dreams, Her mind playing pretend. She loved the night time, She could revisit her home, A place with no boundaries, A place she could be alone. No screams from the baby, No shouts from upstairs, No arguments, no negativity, Just peacefulness was shared. She wanted such a #life, So badly it pained her soul, At first it was just a dream, Now it had engulfed her whole. She'd sit on her bed crying, A tear dropped on her lap, She got an idea, This is what made her snap. She didn't dry her face, Or wipe away the tears, She found some heavy weights, And went to face her fears. Standing at the pools edge, Weights tied from every side, She looked down and imagined, She looked down and cried. This is what I want, She repeated to herself, I want to spend my #life, In the water, by myself. So she jumped and waited, For the relief to start, But nothing ever came, But the decreasing of the beating from her damaged heart. She swallowed the chlorine, And closed her pained eyes, She'd never see again, The blue of the skies. She'd never feel love, The way that others do, She'll never have the chance, Unlike you.

Beauty and the Beast She was a beauty, Her hair dark brown, Her lips so soft, Her eyes perfectly round. She wasn't looking for trouble, But then she met the beast, A beautiful man, With no soul underneath. He saw her beauty, And went in for the kill, She fell for his looks, And his raspy voice gave her a chill. They started talking, Just about everything, They clicked right away, He felt like a king. So he asked for her number, He gave her his hand, She handed over the small tear of paper, He shook his head and didn't understand. She might've fell for his looks, His voice might've given her chills, But she was not one, To ever be killed. Written on the paper, With dark black ink, Were four little words, "Thanks for the drink" And as she left, That little café, The beast being soulless, Continued his day. But then he realised, He wasn't soulless at all, He had just been hurt, And couldn't take another fall. For the next few weeks past, And the beast tried to grow, He called up his friends, Apologised for being low. Being good friends, They gave him another chance, To redeem himself, The good things enhanced. But he still felt, As if something were missing, As if there was something big, He was dismissing. A month went by, And just by fate, The beast saw the beauty, In front of Parks gate. He knew that she was the thing, The thing he so greatly needed, So he went over, And he pleaded and pleaded. She saw in his eyes, That he was telling the truth, She needed no lie detector, She needed no proof. So she gave him her hand, And he took it with grace, And thats when the beast, Was no longer just a pretty face.

The Church Girl You see the her every sunday, A smile upon her face, A cheery personality, A supernatural grace. She sits down in her seat, Three rows from the back, Close enough to hear, But so she can't be seen cutting slack. Once it's time for break, The one before the class, She talks to all the older boys, Grinning at others when they pass. Everyone sees her innocence, But theres none there, Every Sunday she puts on an act, Because she makes herself care. She doesn't want to be there, In the church all run down, She'd rather be out, Walking around downtown. The things she's done, You'd never have guessed! All the rules shes broken, All the secrets she's kept. She's just waiting for the day, When she can flee, She'll never look back, A free spirit she'll be. Now if you're wondering, who this girl could be, I can tell you now, Yes, it is me.

Rebel She's only fourteen and already corrupted, Too many standards to mess with her head. She lies on her bed and thinks guilty thoughts, though she doesn't even know if she's guilty at all. When you're in the middle of a rope with two ends, One held by your family and one by your friends, Do you choose to be unsatisfied but pure? Or do you choose having unruly fun be assured?