Crowns come cheap inside my head,
A good heart surely wins your coronation.
Daddy's so proud of his little princess,
The prince kept quiet by his leeching maid.
I guess my heart must be rot,
Though I promise my lord I'm trying.
I didn't run fast enough,
Crippled legs couldn't jump high enough,
My voice kept quiet by my sceptic brain.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissist
PoetryI write poems so that you might like me. // Insomnia induced poetry.
