The colours swirled and eddied
From the back of my gown
As here I patiently wait
For my silver crown

My feet are gently placed
In heeled slippers of red
but unlike Dorothy
these will not take me to my bed

I stand tall and proud
All strapped up with lace
To get home from the ball
There will be no race

There will be no party,
Biscuits, tea or cake
No Bandersnatch or Jabberwark
Are lying in my wake

No one will resque me
No armoured knight
To follow my chosen path
There will be no dragons to fight

I am not even a witch
locked up in a tower
Just a young lady
growing older every hour

No longer a little child
Chasing a fairy tale
Just a normal teenager
Trying to follow her dreams without fail