Trials and Tribulations
What a creation
Looks can deceive
What you see on the surface
Is not elation
My presence doesn’t always
Mean I’m present
What was once a rosebud
Yearning to bloom
Has seized, has vanished
You have no clue
My hearts desire
Is no longer to be with you
I lost myself, my soul, my identity
In the process of catering to you
Taken for granted
When things should've been enchanted
I am a queen
You WERE my king
Now step aside
As I claim my throne...