My Cinderella Story

Each time, I always wish to cry

I always create thousand excuses for me to lie

To my mother and sister with a strong hate

All I need a gate

To set myself free from that dull house with no soft, red hearts

I am feeling like I am part of Cinderella’s story and it starts

To go on and on

In my eighteen years, I need to be gone

Further and further away from my house

My house is no home to me to rouse

With an evil darkness

My own, biological mother never show me her sweetness

And love to me

I am fading to love her and it is time for me to flee

Someday

At once, I need someone for me to cry on the shoulder and let me stay

Anywhere but here

I hate breathing through Cinderella’s old days in my eighteen years

No prince for me

Someday, he will rescue me out of the boring house to flee

Away with him further and further in thousand miles

With a millions of beautiful smiles

All at once, I need to let my tears to vanish out of my eyes

With countless goodbyes

Is anyone there out to save me?

Help me, help me

I need a pure air to breathe throughout

Let me shout

Help me, help me

Please, please, set me free