Cinderella?
Hell, even she jumped up to marry a man who was truly fucked. Rats running ‘round to carry the weight. That poor slut, she never had to wait. Stepmother, stepsisters, poor old cat. All sounds like a dream compared to 2016 look at me, damsel in distress. Donald trump, Rape, Dear old drugs who’s gonna win? Let’s take a look. Drop to your knees, let’s get hooked. Poppin pills, who needs books? Fuck let’s just walk away and dream a dream. You believe that cracked out freak?
Who needs a drink, I think me? Actually, I’ll take 3. Don’t hold me back, cause I ain’t alone. Car keys? You dream. Maybe I’ll fuck some more shit up, dreamin’ bout that stupid shit. Childhood ruined in a blink. Oh Tink, let’s beef.
You dreamin man, Let’s just drink.
Bottles after Bottles.
Don’t think. Ask me again.
Cinderella? Fuck, I grew up. That’s me.
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Author:
Weird Alien (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have had a pretty messed up childhood. When I got into a fight with my mom one night I felt like everything they told me about life was a lie and a dream. I wrote Cinderella Dream in hope that someone could see the true reality
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Welcome to the site, Hailey!
While I have to agree with DS/KS about the language, it have to admit that your poem does have a lot of raw power. You tell it like you see it. Your writing style reminds me a little bit of the poet Charles Bukowski. If you don't know him, read him, you might really like him.
And yes, growing up is not easy. But true reality? What is true? I have to assume you are talking about your reality, as you perceive it. You may be completely right, or maybe completely wrong. I cannot judge that. Don't let others tell you what life is all about...find out for yourself, honestly and positively. There is a lot more good than you might think right now.
Nuff said!
BTW, keep on writing, would like to read more from you!
WELCOME HAILEY ~ Thanks for your first poem. You had the guts to write how lots of Young People feel (who have been dealt a bad hand) but don't have the nerve to express it so graphically ~ straight from you wounded soul. I'm 33 and surviving and my experience is ~ as you mature ~ things get better ~ and we learn to cope with live and survive the Jungle ! Thanks for sharing & caring ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
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