My Princess Version
Happiness is a dress Hatred wears so well,
Underneath the umbrella of Shyness,
Which hypocrisy designed so carefully,
Strapped in heels, Narcissism proved to float
Above the sea of self respect.
Wrath dug tightly into thin hair,
Balancing the quaint air with disappointment
Of the common kind.
Don’t mistake it as dignity for
Nothing valuable is there.
Alas, the significant piece to complete
A spectacle such as this,
A crown crafted from honor-ship
Wisdom has brought forth.
Laid deeply inside,
The only crown worth having
Is the mind,
Who created all these sins.
This poem is about:
Me