I sit atop my throne
Smiling
Looking down to the people passing by
When they look up however
Their faces become angry
Jeluse
Resentful
Looking up at me on my sold gold throne
I offer support to there pain
But they only shrink away
Discusted by my neve to speak to them
To speak like I understand
Afterall
How could a princess understand the harships of pesents
Dawned in glittering jewels
Elegent clothing
Perfect complection
She has no right they say
To act like she knows our pain
I try to speak but I can't find the words
Afterall
There right
My rose bushes sparkle with morning dew
The shine never fading
No matter the weather
The only change is when darkness comes
When the light can no longer reach my golden throne
That's when the rose bushes bite
There thorny branches curl around me
Locking me in place
Confining me to my throne
They tear through my lushus clothing
No matter
I have plently more
They tear through my skin, relesing blood from my vains
No matter
I have plenty more
The pain I feel is silent
The thorns have sown my mouth into a permanent smile
So I sit there till sunrise
As morning brakes the thors retreat
I glasp for air
Another night survived
The branches unrap themselves and begin the bandage my wounds
Then they adorn me with an even more beautiful atire
Like nothing ever happened
So as the people walk by
I smile and wave
Though the faces will fill with discust
I'll smile and wave
Because I could never imagine there pain
Not with my blessed life
Atop my golden throan
With my jewels and cloths
A blessed
Perfect
Pretty Little Princess
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The Dark Side
Poesía⚠️disclaimer⚠️these poems contain self harm and themes of depression and suicide Basically a bunch of poems that I pulled out of the top of my head. Most of them are really depressing so if you like that kind of poetry well your in the "write" place...
