random nothing's

royalty in exile

the world adores and admires you
and yet you reject them
you don't want them or their false hope
you're royalty among those
who claim to be gods
you see right through it all
and see them for the cowardly sheep they are
everyone hears you but
no one really listens
what a hell that must be for you
to be born in the wrong place
in the wrong time in the wrong crowd
with the skill and strength to do anything
and finding nothing you want