Sestina... maybe?

Well, this was supposed to be a sestina, but I think I failed miserably.

Real Life Fairy-Tale
Have you heard? There's to be a grand ball.
Everyone's invited, every woman in a beautiful gown.
Everyone's invited, that is, except for me.
I must stay home and work. I'm not allowed to go.
My sisters get to go and party all night,
But I'm not as privileged as them, I'm different.

I help my sister put on her gown.
Oh, how I wish things were different.
I wish I had someone to help prepare me,
Wish that I could go to the wonderful ball.
But all I can do is wish them goodnight,
And watch sadly as they go.

I turn dejectedly after they go.
Then, standing before me: a woman who's a little different.
"I'm your fairy-godmother," she tells me.
"And I'm sending you to the ball."
She gives me glass slippers and a beautiful gown.
But warns me to be home by midnight.

A beautiful carriage drives me to the ball.
I dance and twirl all night.
From my normal life, this is very different.
The slippers, the wealth, the gown,
Handsome men wanting to dance with me.
It's amazing how fast that makes time go.

And this is the part where my story is different
From what I'd expect of a ball:
As I'm leaving, I trip over my gown.
My glass shoe breaks, "Are you kidding me?"
It cuts my foot- way to ruin my night!
My foot's now bleeding, I want to stop, but I need to go.

The clock strikes twelve. Oh, no. Midnight.
Now everything changes, it's all different.
And guess what disappears, that's right, my gown.
Now everyone's staring, pointing, and laughing at me.
I want to get out of here, Oh, how different from an hour ago.
I need to get away, what a horrid ball!

So you see, my life is not a grand ball. I have no glass slippers, no gown,
No gorgeous prince to dance with me, I have no where to go.
Real life is very different, there's no such thing as a fairy-tale night.