Princess (Not My Choice)

I reach my destination: my room and quietly did what was natural to me, I wrote. not In a diary if you are wondering, in a notebook where I put all my feelings into a daily story. Once I finished my daily fiction, it was 9 o'clock. Skipping dinner I go on the balcony in my room and gaze at the night sky. I think about the same thing every night and think of the same old question. what would happen if I wasn't a princess.