CinderellaAs I walk inAll my energy slowly driftsOut the door.The smell of coffee and donutsGlide through the air,I get woozy,My stomach turns."Hi, how are you doing today?""What can I get you?"Is my vocabularyFor the rest of the day.My day consists ofMaking everyone happy,Sweeping mopping,Washing dishes and wiping tables.I turn into Cinderella.My feet ache andI feel as if I weighed 500 pounds.When I get a chance to sitAll the weight sinks into the groundAnd now I am as lightAs an angel.When the night is overand I walk out the front door,the energy rushes back into me.The smell of coffee and donutsAre left behind.I'm not Cinderella anymore,I'm me again.by Sara Miller, Clarkston, MI
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.