The magic carpet left in the corner collecting dust,
You broke my slipper; the one made of glass,
I went and changed but i didn't win the battle,
My love was always out there but it was him I couldn't sea,
My hair was never long enough and I was a reflection of plain bareness,
I was told I wasn't fair and mirrors hated me for my ugliness,
I don't have space of my own and wouldn't know of colours to paint with,
Everytime I close my eyes I'd be woken not by a nightmare

Fairytales don't happen for girls like me