My Princess Version

Happiness is a dress Hatred wears so well, 

Underneath the umbrella of Shyness, 

Which hypocrisy designed so carefully,

Strapped in heels, Narcissism proved to float 

Above the sea of self respect. 

Wrath dug tightly into thin hair, 

Balancing the quaint air with disappointment

Of the common kind. 

Don’t mistake it as dignity for 

Nothing valuable is there. 

Alas, the significant piece to complete

A spectacle such as this, 

A crown crafted from honor-ship 

Wisdom has brought forth. 

Laid deeply inside, 

The only crown worth having

Is the mind, 

Who created all these sins.