The Inbittered Queen
When I speak up
nobody hears me.
When I reach out
nobody sees me
or even acknowledges my way.
You act like I'm nonexistent so why cant I have my say?
You act like she's the queen
but you dont see her dreams.
To tear down anyone who gets in her way.
Her eyes are like lasers
they cut you through when you disobey.
Her voice, like sweet nectar
until you disagree with what she says.
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