IM NO CINDERELLA Cast like a shadow on a wall, Forgotten like a glass slipper on a grand marble stair, Small like the horsemen back to thier native attire, Left shattered like the shriviling pumpkin on the gravel, when the clock struck 12 once again. Is this who your looking for? A girl filled with broken promises and just a dull sheen of once randient optimisum. Is this what you hoped to find? Dashed dreams, a sullen face A dim haze of grace. WORK IN PROGRESS