The queen
The queen arises with grace and beauty
Ever so elegantly waves to the community
But Hidden within her great big dwelling
The secret that lies is quite compelling
For when her portals close at night
The demons in her mind come out and seek fright
They feed on the darkness that lyes in her heart
Due to the solitude that tears her apart
But then in the break of day
All her demons soon decay
She puts on her mask and puts on her face
For she must hideaway her feelings and act like everything’s in place
This poem is about:
Me
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