Surface. - Poetry Novel

princess's curse

I have seen trust being broken
Like a fragile stick on the side of a road
I have seen lies and deceit and the truth being revealed is often the lie in reverse
I have seen things go sour
Like the start is a celebration but the end is the burning down of an age-old home
I have seen who not to be, warnings clear as they were written in files kept in my mind
Like a fine line
Like a windbreaker
Like the restriction of an area
I'm not a rule-breaker
Like safety tape
Like a picket fence except it's black and pointy
like obedience without questions until you grow up and question everything
But how then do I learn to make mistakes in the pages of my story?
How do I be normal And scribble on the sands of my youth
What if don't want to waste my days being close to perfect because I'll always just scratch the surface never catching up to any of you

I can't help feeling closed off from the world
Yet having so many regrets
If I had been forced to find my own way without being caged by unspoken rules
Maybe I wouldn't be the way I am
Maybe there wouldn't be as many occasions I'd wish to erase
Maybe I'd be better or worse
But I was never given the chance to find out
This princess's curse.