Fallen Crown

You hang your head low,
 because you feel inferior
So Your crown has fallen,
but little do you know that you are truly superior

You have become discouraged
You pray to the gods to return your all might and courage 

So you cover the scratches
Wipe away all the fallen tears from your lashes
And polish the jewels of your fallen crown
You decide to no longer look down 

Only true queens know that sorrow won't last long
Pick up your fallen crown
and return to your rightful place upon your thrown

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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