Mean queen
You're the queen.
And always will be.
There, in the spotlight.
While I remain still in the night.
The shadows have become my home.
I live in the twilight zone.
While your up at the top.
As I am left behind to rot.
You are brought up as I am knocked down.
All because of your beautiful crown.
Who knew a queen could be so mean?
Everyone else follows in her footsteps.
And because I am the peasant they trample over me.
Why can't they just let me be?
It's bad enough already.
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