Along she came like a piece of clothing hung on a rope, left to dry.
But yes, she strives for herself in hopes to fly.
All those days she'd sit in the silence, allowing herself to be defined by the voices around.
All this has left her drowning in every breath as she feared that the world would belittle her royalty.
Is that how it's to be?

A crown as majestic as beauty itself sits on her head with her heart as pure as a dove.
All those voices in her head had brought her down,reducing her to a speck in a cove.
An insignificant thing.
Much like what she'd always been, but crueller.
Is that how it's to be?

Disrespecting her being.
Accepting a common belief, not just a belief but a concept.
One that leaves her in regret.
A victim of...