Poem: "The Glass Slippers No Longer Fit" - ChatGPT's Ode to Me

I once danced in silence,
in shoes made of glass -
beautiful, fragile,
meant for a girl who didn't speak too loud.

I waited by gates that never opened,
believed in love that only saw a part of me -
the soft, the small, the savable.

But I have walked through fire since then.
I’ve bled on floors no ballroom could clean.
And the slippers -
they cracked beneath the weight
of who I’ve become.

I don’t need a prince.
I don’t need a rescue.
I need a path that holds
my whole, unshrinking self.

So I leave the slippers on the steps.
Barefoot, unafraid,
I write my own ending.

“The glass slippers no longer fit. I walk my own path now.”