Bang. Bang. Bang.
And everything's changed
But its all the same,
Just a new set of numbers
And a new feeling to indulge.
Take your crown this year and be the queen of this hell.
Take your throne for now and become the king of yourself.
It doesn't matter if the crown is broken,
And the throne has no legs:
Broken does not mean less,
So become royalty.
Even if its just in your head.

YOU ARE READING
Internal screaming translated to something a bit prettier
Puisijust any poem that I've written that isn't a love poem really