Fairytales

You put me in a party frock that makes me feel more naked
and skinny heels like ice skates, I topple about ungraciously
you gave me a handbag full of oil and decorated me with sparkly jewellery
dangling off various body parts like christmas decorations.
Just another attention seeking tool.

Mascara like glue, seals my eyes so I cannot see this materialistic montrosity
you sprinkle my locks in more fountains of hairspray, turning them into rough wire.
This is all supposed to be attractive.

All the ' lady ' talks I'm supposed to be interested in
you taught me how I should giggle ' where appropriate '
in the conversation about ' what she said when he said '

All this time I really wish I could just jump onto my horse
and ride off into the distance like they do in fairytales.