Why Bully Myself

I sit and i turn wondering what will become of me,

i try to project my voice but i get muted,

Sits by the window watching kids run and play,

Not me, I can't go my bully won't let me,

I have a lot to say a lot to speak on,

But again my bully won't let me,

They tell us we have a chose but i can't choose my path,

its picked for me, all i am is the face on the cover,

I see darkness closing in but can't run nor hide,

Than finally i stand put to my bully,

I tell her " I am beautiful, i do have a voice, you can't control me."

Than  i truly relize i am a Queen