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.