✯✫Just Right✫✯

Once inside the forest
Lived a selfish girl
She truly wanted everything
And everyone in the world
And in her forest home
She kept four faithful servants
Who did whatever she asked
Because she felt that she deserved it

The man would pick her clothes
And the girl would pick a fight
She'd make him go through her closet
Until she deemed a dress "Just right."
It could take entire hours
It could take entire days
But never even once at the end of the week
Was this servant paid

The woman would make her cookies
And the girl would make her miserable
She insulted the woman's cooking
In every way that was thinkable
The food was never "Just right"
Throughout spread after spread
But never even once at the end of the week
Was this servant fed

The boy would carve her furniture
And she would carve him with bitter words
Each carefully crafted table
Was smashed to nails and boards
No chair could be "Just right"
For her conceited behind
But never even once at the end of the week
Was she, to this servant, kind

The girl would do her hair
And she would do her wrong
She would work and work until
Screeches and screams became an endless song
No braid was ever "Just right"
No ponytail would do
But never even once at the end of the week
Did she, to this servant, say "Thank you"

They toiled and worked away
Forever unable to please her
Working even harder the next
Hoping to appease her
But the harder they tried, it seemed
The worse her temper grew
She set impossible standards
They could never dream to outdo

So the man kept picking her clothes
And she kept picking punishments
She grew cruel and cold
While the man grew quiet and ruminant
He knew he could never be "Just right"
And got to feeling rather worthless
So he continued mindlessly
To serve his tired purpose

And the woman kept making her food
And she kept making her get to her knees
She grew sadistic and crazed
While the woman grew desperate to please
She knew her cooking could never be "Just right"
And got to feeling rather desperate
So she continued doggedly
To perform her sad profession

The boy, too, kept carving her furniture
And she kept carving him with whips
She grew power-hungry and dastardly
While the boy became broken to bits
He knew his creations could never be "Just right"
And got to feeling alone and inhuman
So he continued numbly
To work for the cruel woman

And the girl kept doing her hair
And she kept doing unspeakable things
She grew ruthless and heartless
While the girl grew frightened of everything
She knew her stylings could never be "Just right"
And got to feeling awfully lost
So she continued diligently
To create in her master's cruel frost

And every night the four of them
Went to sleep on their own hard patches of floor
Whispering between each other
"Why do we try at all?
Every time we try again
The pain only glows more bright
For no matter what we do
We will never be 'Just right'."

And on this went for years
Until first, the man left the place
For somewhere "Just right" up in the sky
Floating up into starry space
The woman followed him after
And the boy went with them, soon
And the three of them soared to freedom
Toward the infinity of stars and moons

Yet the girl remained behind
Her fear was simply too great
And every day she woke
And resigned, again, to her fate
She trimmed and combed and cut
But it was never enough to take flight
For she would remain on the ground
Bound by the not being just right

Now children, listen closely:
If you ever feel imprisoned
By a master who makes you a slave
Who you talk to, but they don't listen
Remember not to be afraid
And never let them steal your light
Because no matter what they say to you
At the end of the day, you're just right.