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
Copyright © Uchechukwu Obilor | Year Posted 2023
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