We're All Mad Here

Mask

You stare at me transfixed.

You ask

"who is that girl in the mask

of silver and grey and gold?"

You ignored me until tonight.

'Till now,

now in my pretty dress and

mask.

I now you would never say these things

to my face.

You don't like me,

you like her.

The pretty face,

the silver slipper.

Oh how you would sneer,

but now you smile.

You would shove,

now you bow.

How?

Why?

Do you just want another pretty face?

I guess so.

But i always liked you.

Why?

I don't really know why

but i liked you.

And I'm getting my dream,

dancing with you.

But you're dancing with someone else.

The girl with the silver and grey and gold mask.

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A rendetion of Cinderella!