UNTITLED AND UNFINISHED

They call you a queen Where is your crown? They call you a hero You've got no cape They call you a beauty How can you be called so when you are the beast You are called a victor When you have vanquished no one They call you simple God knows you are as complex as Einstein's riddle They call you kind Deep down you know you are a monster They look up to you Because you are sitting up high On a throne above them made of their imagination When you see yourself Truly for who you are Then you shall see I have just a line left