Not a Cinderella Story

This is not a cinderella story

Neither do I want it to be

For I do not need to be saved

By a Knight in the shining armour

Whose valour has never been tested

I do not want to be rescued

From the realities of the world

Only to be teleported to a fairytale land

I need not be protected

From the storms that may

Take away everything I have

I hear no violins

When you look at me

Sparks don’t fly

I feel no butterflies in my stomach

But a roar

A voice, loud enough

Like when you scream at the rooftops

In an attempt to be heard

Because this is not where I belong

Or ever did

I try to tell my tale in different ways

Paint myself on different days

However, the words trail off

And the colours are not bright

I struggle to make my own outline

For you can’t really see the sunshine

When it is cloudy inside

Tired I am

Of the unnecessary hellos

And forced smiles

Half hearted greetings

Disrespectful salutations

That is not what I am here

To be

Why should my story be conventional?

When I don’t really read popular fiction

Perhaps it is time

Time to draw the battle plans

And bleed those broken promises out

Sing new songs

The world does not know the words of

Dance, with music

Or without, who cares?

Let my madness lead me

For the voices can’t be tamed

And I can’t be chiseled

To fit in a world with similar blocks

Kisses in the pouring rain

Shy glances when the eyes meet

Are not for me

For when I look at the stars

It is not romantic

It is the destiny

I dream to carve for myself

I do not look for pretty lanes

To get lost with you

My sunsets are purple

Craving, not for some warmth

But a violent passion

The roars can now be heard

And I am veering out of the line

To cause mayhem?

Perhaps

This is not a cinderella story

Neither do I want it to beThis is not a cinderella story

Neither do I want it to be

For I do not need to be saved

By a Knight in the shining armour

Whose valour has never been tested

I do not want to be rescued

From the realities of the world

Only to be teleported to a fairytale land

I need not be protected

From the storms that may

Take away everything I have

I hear no violins

When you look at me

Sparks don’t fly

I feel no butterflies in my stomach

But a roar

A voice, loud enough

Like when you scream at the rooftops

In an attempt to be heard

Because this is not where I belong

Or ever did

I try to tell my tale in different ways

Paint myself on different days

However, the words trail off

And the colours are not bright

I struggle to make my own outline

For you can’t really see the sunshine

When it is cloudy inside

Tired I am

Of the unnecessary hellos

And forced smiles

Half hearted greetings

Disrespectful salutations

That is not what I am here

To be

Why should my story be conventional?

When I don’t really read popular fiction

Perhaps it is time

Time to draw the battle plans

And bleed those broken promises out

Sing new songs

The world does not know the words of

Dance, with music

Or without, who cares?

Let my madness lead me

For the voices can’t be tamed

And I can’t be chiseled

To fit in a world with similar blocks

Kisses in the pouring rain

Shy glances when the eyes meet

Are not for me

For when I look at the stars

It is not romantic

It is the destiny

I dream to carve for myself

I do not look for pretty lanes

To get lost with you

My sunsets are purple

Craving, not for some warmth

But a violent passion

The roars can now be heard

And I am veering out of the line

To cause mayhem?

Perhaps

This is not a cinderella story

Neither do I want it to be

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7 Comments Add yours

  1. The Lit Biwi says:

    It’s official: Doctors make the best poets.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. That’s a pretty big compliment. (Not complaining) 😛

      Thanks a lot :* 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. I absolutely LOVE the lines: “For you can’t really see the sunshine
    When it is cloudy inside” ❤️

    Liked by 2 people

    1. But now the sun has risen and I’ll be my own knight in the shining armour 0:)

      Liked by 2 people

  3. Mansi Jain says:

    How could I miss this..!? Silly me
    & You were not born to be conventional
    You are so different from this whole world (probably) & I know you ll make the best of the life given to you
    More power to you girl 🤗

    Liked by 1 person

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