And finally I could see her
For what she really was
A porcelain doll with cracks all in her spine
And pretty pale blue eyes filled with incredible wonders
Like Cinderella but in reverse
She does not have a prince waiting to rescue her
She does not have a happy ending waiting to be claimed only by her
But she does have a glass dress almost the same as the glass slipper
But that's just a detail to a story less girl so hopeful
And so clueless
Not seeing what lies in store
Such a pretty little porcelain doll upon the pedestal
Can't wait for the happy ending
Which is greeted at deaths doors