It's taking over me,
It will not stop,
It's controlling me,
I haven't decided if I like it or not.
The feeling of selfishness,
the feeling of pain.
The feeling of letting go,
The feeling of strain.
Yet,
I cannot seem,
to find the will to,
want it to leave.
The feeling to cry,
is the best of its own.
The feeling to burden,
can sometimes put you on the throne.
Yes,
I must say,
I do like,
What you've done with the place.
The feeling of depression,
is one of a kind.
You seem happy to the world,
yet you're sad all the time.
Really?
Is the world so ignorant?
How can they leave her be?
Isn't her sadness apparent?
She's now filled,
to the brink with darkness.
No longer the Queen.
No longer 'you're highness'.
Christ!
Is everyone blind?
She's not even pretending anymore,
So why is she still left behind?
'One more step.'
is all they had to say.
It took them a long time,
but she is finally saved.
No!
Why world?
Why lose such a gem?
Don't you know, it's all in her head?
