I always had a way of romanticizing my life
Which sounds really lame and probably
A little childish
But I didn’t leave my dress up shoes behind
When I started my period or
Grew into a new body  
In fact now saying it out loud
I don't think I could leave behind those
Pink, plastic Cinderella shoes
I mean honestly
Just that intangible item makes me think
That ill never really GROW into who I really want
To be
And it's not that I'm trying to victimize myself for
Making the choices that I made
See
I gave up my innocence the moment
I let a man undress me
Who would never be my knight in shining armor in
Fact he wasn’t even a frog  
Or much of a charmer
he was the epitome of my
Self doubt
And thats where those fairytale ending got it all wrong

"The Princess Saves Herself in This One"  
Is a nice title but I don't want to save myself
Because if I fall while doing that
Im afraid the cement won’t catch me -
Like seriously I struggle to just put a book
Back on the shelf
And my apartment is never neat
and at the same time I call myself a clean freak
I feel like my head runs a million miles an hour
And at the same time I cant even decide what time of the day to Shower
And speaking of that don't get me started on my workout
Routine I have almost an entire novel written in my
Head about how I want to be seen
And ill never be seen like those
Girls in the pictures
"You're losing weight"
But
"Honey you just look sicker"
I want to scream and cry but at the same time
Be up at 6am to go work at a job
That I physically cannot stand
My rings never close
But hey I'm always on time
Because maybe if I get there early
I can go run and hide
In the back where nobody will see me
Because I don't have Cinderella shoes or a Gucci bag
To carry at my side
I have ***** converse sneakers that I wear everyday
And half of the time I just want to give up
Because if I catch myself in the middle of a crowd
I need to know how I'm going to get out
Or else I feel like I will crumble
In front of everyone around me

And thats not the way a lady should act
You need to keep your chin up and
Arch your back
You need to
Present yourself well and always smile
Because its unattractive
To be "CRAZY"
And you ask me why I'm hostile?
And make sure you run that extra mile
Because if my thighs touch while I walk
The knight in shining armor will have too much grab
Be sensitive and kind and for Gods sake
Hide that flab
And listen those
Converse sneakers need to be retired
Because in the eyes of a proper woman
Those would never be admired
I guess this doesn’t really sound poetic right?
But it would just be so be pathetic if I didn’t write
About that girl that I think about
Who played dress up everyday
And wonder how I let her slip away

Because I know theres nobody really there to save me
Im not someone to be pitied I was
Handed a silver spoon the moment my mother
Took her last push and
Let me into the world as a proper lady
And another day will start and maybe just maybe
It’ll be the day that I throw out all the chocolate in my cabinet
And not spend 40 dollars on drug store makeup
To make me feel more compassionate
About myself and the little girl who’s dad told her she was beautiful everyday
Maybe it will be the morning I can look in the mirror without dismay
About how my stomach sticks out just a little farther than I want it too

So thats why ill keep romanticizing my life
Ill keep telling myself that a morning routine will fix all my problems
And ill stop reading all the magazine columns
About celebrities that I really don't even give a **** about

Maybe when the sun rises tomorrow
I won’t care about how many calories I eat
Or switch out my bread to whole grain or wheat
Like really maybe I'll finally clean up the crumbs
I keep stepping on every time I walk into my door
To remind me that who I am is so much more
Than a pair of ***** converse shoes
That ill never throw away because I don't want them
To to waste in a landfill where my pink plastic
Cinderella shoes probably still lay

And I think its funny that more than ever
I can rearrange words in a sentence to make myself sound  
More clever and cover up the hurt
That I might feel for not being the brightest and best
and no ill never forget those little tuts and my dress
And the knight in shining armor can finally see
That his princess wears
***** converse shoes
And maybe then I'll finally feel pretty
I don't need to be what everyone says I should be
Because truly theres bruises on my knees
From falling so ******* the cement by myself
And I promise I finally put that book back on the shelf
But for now I just want to lay down on the couch
And not think about my little smooch pouch
Ill never be what society wants to see
But the little girl
In cinderella shoes
Will choose to be happy
For now and  
Until tomorrow
Ill romanticize my life
And stop wallowing in self pity and

Cinderella’s sorrow