Shattered broken breaking.
I'm unwinding at my seems.
Earth beats down and drowns me.
They want me to be their queen.
But I, I don't like dresses.
I don't clean up their messes.
I don't dance, oh "she impresses?"
I sit in corners with my lessons.
Your crown won't fit my head.
I don't have time for pressure perfect.
Don't push me I won't bend.
I'm alone, and I'm content.
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Deepest Afflictions to Random Speculations
PoesíaSometimes We cry Sometimes We laugh Sometimes It's one of the same thing Warning: may contain strong language, adult themes, and an unnecessary amount of "extra".
