I Wear the Crown

I wear the crown. It gives me recognition for my works and the things I've caused. But my most recognized work is my sorrow. I give, no taking I lend, no borrowing. I sow, no reaping. I let others take, borrow, and reap while I sit in the corner and... cry. I wear the crown. It doesn't give hope but reminds me of my hurt so that I remember why I shouldn't lend my heart out... why I shouldn't love. I make, they horde I supply, they chug. I love, they rebuke. I sit and I cry while the world passes me... by. I wear the crown. It's my burden to bear. I don't want to burden others but the burden is heavy... my sorrow is heavy. My. Sorrow. Is. Heavy. I plead, you reject I kowtow, you walk away. I beseech, you abjure. I sit and I cry as I bear my crown of... sorrow.