So many pass her day by day, glancing upon with disinterest. Little do they know who they have just crossed paths with. She looks like every other person in the crowd, just some fat bitch with bright dyed hair, but hidden deep within there is more. Cloaked in leather, latex, and desire a queen sits silently waiting to be unleashed. Sitting on a throne of pain and pleasure, she craves to be acknowledged and worshiped by all. 'These pathetic fools should be begging at my feet, trembling at every word'. Thoughts like these echoing over and over again, but never truly heard. Constantly being clouded by depression and self doubt.
'You're not good enough to get what you want.'
'Who would wanna worship an ugly bitch like you?'
'They're just going to abandon you in the end, just like the rest have.'
Each one a curtain hiding the inner queen. So our girl continues to walk among the masses, unaware of her true potential, as most queens usually are. Maybe one day when she is free of the higher powers that grasp her, she can finally be free to grace the world with her 'sweetness'.
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The Color of Feelings
Aktuelle LiteraturThis is a collection of poems, sparked flames never finished, and blurbs that reflect how I've felt at particular times. This is meant to be an outlet of the feelings I have pent up. They are honestly all pretty bad, but it's my release so who cares?
