by dinsdjarin
I used to be
the people's queen,
but now I've fallen
and remain unseen.
The things I've done,
the people I've slaughtered.
Let me take it back,
become the perfect daughter.
I've so much rage
and anger and pain.
Too many thoughts,
drowning inside my brain.
To anyone listening
this is my final plea.
I'm lost again,
can you please find me.
YOU ARE READING
#ipromiseiminquarantine
PoetryA collection of short stories & poems created by the writing community of Instagram during the COVID-19 quarantine
