He is

A big king in a small kingdom,

Loved by many for his kind eyes, heart-warming laughter,

And the good tidings he tries so hard to make

To many, he is their hero

Who they’ve entrusted with their lives.

The blood of life stains his hands.

He always makes sure to wash his hands clean before returning to his castle though.

Yet, although he’s well known for his positivity and humor,

There is a hidden side of the king

Locked with in his hollow walls.

When things don’t go his way, a fearful sense surrounds the crown forming between his eyebrows.

Consumed with anger, his face compares to his ruby robe that seems to be weighing him down.

Anger building up

To where he’s out of control of his rationality, and

Forceful hands and words become his scepter.

Being around him then, burdens of fear and self-consciousness plague me.

Attempts of building a bridge where help can be provided gets cast aside,

As he sinks deeper into his mote where the alligators of his mind keep him on edge,

Because he cannot lose his mighty sense of power-

Even if it means drowning.

I wish upon stars he would come down from the thrown of stubbornness,

So he may not be blind to the fact he’s hurting his subjects.

The question-

How is he supposed to help his kingdom if he can’t help himself?-

Haunts me the majority of the time I’m in his company.

He can’t face his own dark enemy

So he pushes it away

Masking it with elaborate balls, and fancy wines,

And the good tidings he tries so hard to make.

I know that – when I rule the kingdom –

I want to embody respect, fairness, and love.

But, am I good enough?

I hide away in that castle,

Feeling inferior,

Putting other’s problems before my own and staying silent,

Not wanting to hurt anyone’s being

As my king has done to mine own heart.

So I lock my feelings and problems in a tower,

For fear that my mirror would ever reflect the one of my king’s.

Yet one could clean every square inch of that castle

With the tears I have within it’s borders.

Then one day, a mystical wizard approached me.

He gave me a words of wisdom I could never forget.

People don’t mean to hurt anyone,

They’re simply searching for their own piece of happily ever after.

It’s hard not to take what the king says personally,

When his anger is directed at me and others.

I do wish he could get help.

But through him refusing it, I learned it was more than alright to get help for myself.

At the end of the day,

I love my king with all my heart

And will always and forever be

His little princess.