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Queen of Isolation


The old you is gone

replaced by a new one who is using her power wrong

You were a temporary queen of a hazed throng

Now you treat the rest of us like your pawns

And I voted for you to rule

Never thought you would be a tyrant so cruel

So let me tell you, your crown was fake

This is not your school to overtake

We voted for you because it was time our people got a say

But you took our freedom away

Now we are just pieces in your game

You sit in your rook

Writing names in your book

You have your list

Yet I am the only target you persist

I have my soldiers

But you make them turn into fearful boulders

Getting me kicked out of your clan

Was always part of your plan

And you make me hate myself

Being trapped in your constant hell

But the hate

Isn’t because of the things you do and say

It is because I helped you gain

Your endless and tyrannical reign

Not that one vote made the difference in the run

But now I watch as you have your fun

And your king sits aside

And tries to make a blind eye

He turns the other cheek

As he watches your cruelty

I thought he could be the one I needed to

Save me from you

But his silence makes him no better

As he watches you leave me out in the cold weather

He has concern in his eyes

As he sits by your side

In the shadow of your throne

As you throw your stones

He shakes his head

With each crude remark said

When you took control

I thought you’d rule with your once loving soul

But you're a monarchy that is nothing more

Than a constant and unforgiving war

Against those you feel a threat

And causes your too much makeup painted face to sweat

You fear your power will be taken away

And you’ll be forced to return to the shadows again

I’ve never left those dark realms

But I have my angels that pick me out of your created hell

Those angels anger you more

So you start a new war

You don’t realize

Those angels are forever by my side

Cause I have no power to abuse

And one by one you are turning all your game pieces against you

Trying to turn them against me

Will be a battle of my victory

Cause they can see behind the masquerade

That you smear across your face

You don’t have to have this power you so desperately crave

I am powerless yet I stand before you brave

My bravery may be my own form of mask

But you will not win this attack

I will rise up from the ash and char

You have just left me with some battle scars

I think of this fight like you are sandpaper on my skin

Because I in the end will win

Your sandpaper will only polish me up

And after all the grit and use you will be done

There will be nothing left that you can do

To hurt me they way you love to do

I may be left fractured and bent

Feeling more worthless then a cent

But you can only gain power from me for so long

Before you are forced to move along

And with that, the pawn takes the queen

And the pieces stand up in victory

The throne will fall

And out of the darkness the pieces of isolation will stand tall

 
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