We, The Royal Three
We laugh,
We cry,
We try to find a reason to stop
but we can’t
The truth is we don’t want to.
We have our friends,
We have each other but everyday one has a struggle.
She misses and wishes them by her side
In times of need
and times of cheer.
She knows not what the others think
as she is never near them.
One is never allowed out, the other is seldom free as she
The others help, they try their best
but looking up to brighter future than darker past
seems to take it’s toll.
Her mind wanders
and as her head screams for solace her demeanor but vaguely changes.
Hiding is her world,
Hiding is her way.
Let’s hope Superman and Batman can save her this time.
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