Another Poem For Olivia

March 1, 2012 § 2 Comments



When Being A Princess


Do I wear my crown right?

I’m not sure how it’s done.

This gown that hangs off my skin,

It makes me want to run.

I’m trapped in invisible jewelry.

I am trapped in the stares from their eyes.

No one asked me if I wanted this,

Just hid me in their honest lies.



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