Life? Life.

Reign-esque

She sleeps alone; 

No matter what, all throughout the day, 

So full of haze, 

All that she wants is to come home.

She has her zone; 

No matter what others say, 

She stands up, keep a straight face, 

And remove the thorns.

She owns a throne; 

No matter what, must get her way, 

And cannot be fooled in the maze. 

As she claims that she cannot be dethroned.

She already has the crown; 

No matter what at night she prays, 

At the starry sky she puts her gaze, 

As she still ask for a strength like a stone.

She sleeps alone; 

No matter what battle she cannot be swayed, 

Nobody knows how hard it is to be in her place, 

All she wants is a peaceful home.