You wanted me.
You wanted me to be a perfect doll.
You wanted me to dress for your supposed success.
Yet, you forget to cover my every bruise caused by you.
Mentality you tear me apart.
You make thoughts turn dark.
Every ounce of positivity I ever possessed you stole for me.
I just keep bowing for you the supposed king.
My crown was falling off my head and turning to blood at my feet.
Yet this was not the end for this queen.
This was just the start of a series of events that made me realize you never loved me but your perfect doll I was being.
I threw away the makeup and clothes that didn't represent me and you sure did scream. Slowly I lifted my head up from looking at my feet and stood my ground. This was the start of my kingdom. I would be free. The perfect doll was never me. Now look at the Queen king, she doesn't belong to you and your kingdom is falling. A new monarch is in place and it's me; not the perfect doll you are used to seeing.
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Trio Of Words
PoetryPoetry from the corner of my little world. Another freestyle poetry book. "You finally saw that I was a puzzle piece that wasn't complete, but aren't we all when our emotions fall?" "So these are all things that keep playing back to me in poetry. A...
