An Illusion
Masquerading as a Prince
Someone is playing a game of pretend or deceiving themselves
If you saw what I saw you would be humble
Bite your tongue, and grovel for you are dirt at my feet.
Your boastful brags intrigue me
What makes the toad demand things of others?
She wonders to her herself
Why she entertains his commands
No beauty on the inside or out
No winner here
No heart of gold
Just a space full of emptiness in this cold, cold room.
Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2007
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