Cinderella

she stood in a room with doors locked inside out right side down, for the longest time before she knew anything was different. for it had always been like this, you see her life was meant for nothing, if not pleasing everyone but her. for she didn't matter not to those with steel smiles and rocks for hearts, her concerns meant nothing for she was a simple servant girl, strung along behind the lies by those who didn't care who would never dare tell her she could be otherwise, in another's eyes be his everything. she would be his queen and him, her king and so, she stood with doors locked inside out, right side down...