I Gotta Go

Look at me... Cinderella.
Stroke of midnight.
Footmen? Gone.
My glass slippers?
Now they're Merrils.
And Prince Charming?
He's just... Ron.
Spell is broken.
Unenchanted.
Someone else's sheets are soiled.
Linens she picked up at Bloomies,
For a marriage that I've spoiled.
I Gotta Go!
I gotta hail a pumpkin coach!
And I Gotta Go!
This ain't my room, my man, or brooch.
And I Gotta Go!
I deserve better or diff'rent or worse,
But I Gotta Go!
There's no wedding bells for this, just a hearse.
I gotta go!
Fairy tales all end in happ'ly,
But affair tales end in Grimm.
Why did I think this would solve me?
If there's an answer, it ain't him.
I Gotta Go!
I don't know where but somewhere out there,
There's somewhere to go!
Somewhere where someone will see me as someone
That they won't want to go!
So I gotta go!
If I don't go I'm gone, my life is past midnight,
I gotta go!
Where there's breakfast and crosswords and "see you tomorrows–"
After the night!
I gotta go!
I gotta, I gotta go.
The world is a question but this room's an answer
And the answer is 'no!'
I gotta go!
I gotta be free!
Me!
Donna Blum!