Orders

The words pound at my head,
Echoing even in the darkest part.
Being heard through anything.
I fell like Cinderella,
Taking orders, doing everything
That you're too lazy to do.
Only I don't have a happily ever after.
I hear the orders that you tell me.
Do this, do that, do that exactly right.

Just be prepared,
Because one of these days Im going to stare you down
And say 'Go to hell.'

poem by Nightshade Starlight
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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