I am the ugly step-sister in this story

I am the one that made her clean the widows
To make them resemble crystals
But no one sees that I am also the one who cleaned
The entire house last sunday
After dinner
Off with her head
I jokingly say because she had a bad case of head lice
No one's writing off about the girl
Who lazy and doesn't have her head on right
But to zoom in on the step-sister and act like she is doing nothing right
But cinderella's right
Because this is the one night
She had to clean the kitchen
Right?
The fairy godmother praises bad behavior
To make her ugly sisters cry
Sure they lie
But Cinderella lied more times than her sisters could count
Framing her sisters so to her it doesn't count
she's smarter
And much prettier
But they are hard workers
With no self love to be seen
Looking at their crooked teeth in the mirror
Thinking
"Why me?"
They moved to a new town and have no friends
But she has plenty of them
Mocked in school and never taught
Right
Maybe next time if it's alright one of them will ride off into the night