It isn't such a happy ending,
Nor is it a normal one.
I don't end up in the arms of a prince,
Or get to live in a castle.
But its perfect to me.
I don't get to ride on a white horse,
And neither do I get to dance around a room.
Never be able to wear long dresses,
And or see my name in lights.
But its perfect to me.
The life I lead is a different one.
The path ahead is rocky.
No one can read the future,
But the cards will just fall in place for me.
Everyone knows what's up ahead,
A life alone as I lie in my own bed.
Being happy is different for me,
For my happiness can only be told in my own way.
My own Cinderella story,
Is that I shall sit on the back porch looking out,
Dreaming of what could have been,
And what was.
Because that is my own version of a perfect ending,
My own Cinderella story
And its perfect to me.
