My mum was reading a book to my as a kid. And in it, it said that we all had crowns on our heads.
I looked to her and said, "Mummy! Look at my crown! Isn't it pretty?"
She just laughed and said, "Yes, you're a beautiful princess. My princess."
I laughed and snuggled up in her arms.
Now, I spend my time locked up in my room.
It's not that I dislike her.
I just feel that I'm not allowed to be like that anymore.
To wonder so naively.
To believe all that they said.
But aren't those just thoughts I made up myself?
I want to laugh with all of my heart. To act goofy and be like a child.
To eat pasta messily and ask her to help me clean up.
To go to her bed at night and lie beside her secretly.
Now all I do is hang my head;
my crown fallen long ago.
