Self-Confidence

I was the Cinderella in rag

A pretty rag, one that burns like fire

Yet a rag, nonetheless

As the other ladies twirled around me

Their perfect silhouette

The fabulous dresses

The elegant makeup and hair

The unmistakable grace

Will you ever see me among that crowd?

The simple, unremarkable peasant

Botched makeup and silly sneakers

Laughing and dancing gaily

And even if I am a true Cinderella,

I'd still ask you this

Even with the magical dress

And the fanciest glass slippers

You'd leave me, won't you?

You'd discard me, won't you?

You'd tell me I am worthless, won't you?

You'd stop loving me, won't you?

 

I held my head up high

But inside I shivered with fear

I tease and taunt and seduce

But inside I barricade my heart

I do not want the blow from you

To be told we don't belong anymore

To be blamed for less than perfect

To see the love gone from your eyes

Yet I still look for you across the room

On every nook and cranny of this city

I still call you in my dream

Still expecting one day you are real

Beloved King, I am waiting for you still

Alone in the throne of this desolate land

Loyalty and love are all that I can offer

And all that I ever want in return

Here I am naked with my scars

The rotting wound that consumed me whole

An ugly wench covered in dirt

A hideous monster among men

I'll love you but will it be enough?

Even if I'm perfect, will it be enough?

I want to believe it is

Yet I keep telling myself that it won't

Dearest King, I love you already

A love that will destroy me if it went awry

With no hope of coming back

Yet I still want you to come

I want to rule the world with you

To lay safe in your arms protected by your love

To be accepted for who I really am

My King and fellow ruler, I await thee.