Broken Crown Poem by Cassanndra King

Sit on your thrown
High above the world
Stare down at the beasts that worship you
Play the sympathetic one
You will never know true pain
Stings, splinters, whips, chains
Yeah these words will blabber out
This peasant will crawl about
Bleed in your perfect world
While all of them fall to your feet
Worshiped and wanted
Sit on your thrown
Never feel a thing
Just be empty
Apathy is sweet
Your beauty may cover the ugliness of your soul
But I see you
And know what hell you hold
I will sit as your servant girl
And watch as you tuck it all away
Praying for that one magical day
When you will scream like me
When you will break your perfect mold
Break and be human
Fall from your thrown.