Cinderella

It was when
The dresses were pretty
And the people
Were harsh.

It's like the winter
Won't ever end
And the snows
Won't melt.

But I don't care,
You are all so pretty,
And beautiful,
For you were created for a purpose.

I know tears
More than others,
I know what they taste like,
And what they look like.

But hey,
I became who I am
for my beautiful,
Horrendous past.

I love life,
And you should too,
For there is no other choice,
But you.