She’s screaming inside to be worthy
of the dreams she reads in books
and images she perceives on TV
her reality sets her thoughts
straight - she who is worthy
would not have succumb
to anyone not likely
to love her
A home once cherished
in closeness and sincerity
no longer has clarity
home’s clouded
by her heart’s mellowed beat
but rage in her eyes
and pain outside the walls
of her beating heart
scurries nowhere free
she’s now screaming on the outside
to be relevant where relevance
came to never exist
worth is nothing she can
be without blindness
let me digress
this is no fairy-tale
there’s no prince
and she was never royalty
and therefore
never his princess.
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