Invitations given to us all
A palace and a prince to see I sew my fingers pink til nightfall With my little friends and me Orange horse and carriage awaits Thanks to an angel from above No more stepfamily weights My glass slipper fits like a glove Tulle shifts under me as I go down the staircase His blue eyes meet mine and hold my gaze I do my best curtsey, deep with beauty upon grace Our swift dance leaves me in a daze Running out of time before midnight Blazing through the crowd, losing my shoe Why is nothing ever right Home without my prince or my blue Back in my rags with dishes Serving the evil under my roof Until I’m in the attic per my stepmom’s wishes Then I hear a knock on the door asking for proof |
I look out the window filled with soot
And catch glimpse of the white knights Maybe they will ask to see my foot A question of massive heights I lock away the key to my dream They will never ask for the maid up here I sing of happiness, as tears stream But the prince hears my voice in his ear Knocks on my door jump me back to the ball With love as the answer, he opens the door And the shoe fits once and for all And I am whisked away, with sisters on the floor I never asked for a palace and prince All I asked for was a break from life I gave caution to the wind without a wince And now I am a happy wife Happily Ever After is my end All because I was a chancer Thank you Fairy Godmother, for being a friend And thank you love, for being the answer |
The Prince By Annabelle Hodges |
Power By Chloe Spector |
A mask covers his face
Even though he possesses grace The scars run river deep Scary dreams within his sleep Enclosed within a cell of his making Nothing can stop his aching Nightmares of a wood full of princes Haunts all of his riches A smile is never to be found Why is he the one? The one to be crowned It is the mask he wears every day The weight making him gray Until he found the Princess and the Pea Whose sweet kiss set him free |
I’m so tired these days, made weary,
By the people who love me dearly. And I know I’m selfish, too cruel, As to waste their love, a fool. I wish the world were truly happy. I wish that I were truly happy. I’m so weighted by myself, guilt, And all the self-pity that I’ve built. Too needy for the facade created, I’m begging for something, belated, Too late, I’m asking for things — Tangled in those anxious strings. I’m trapped. I can’t escape. It… It tightens its hold bit by bit. I can feel it wrap around my throat. I can’t speak, words only wrote. I’m not begging for a savior, Skin raw from shackles, more, More, more, more, I’m begging. Captured, trapped, I’m lying. “I don’t need anything… you…” All life in this darkened hue, Perhaps, finally, I’m dying here. Sadness will let me disappear. I’m dragged back by its claws, Not given a breath or pause. |
It’s what I deserve, I reason,
Made sick and mad and thin. Knees rubbed raw from time Spent crawling; my voice mime, I can’t stand because that’s not A privilege I’ve earned, I’ve got. I’m my own worst enemy — Never listen to my own plea. Both the imprisoned and the guard, The shattered and the marred. I wish the world were truly happy. I wish that I were truly happy. I’m so weighted by myself, guilt, And all the self-pity that I’ve built. I can’t escape what I’ve made. It’s my own self I’ve played. It’s my own wounds rubbed raw. I’m my own tragic flaw. So I stand, unhappy still, Tear-stained cheeks, weakened will, Rubbed red eyes of a berry haw, I’m my own tragic flaw. So in self-hatred, I do drown, Wrapped in ragged anxious gown With little heart left to thaw, I’m my own tragic flaw. |