She sits on her throne

All knowing and above the rest

Her vanity

Her anger

Spews down like acid rain

Smiling sweetly

Holding your hand

Crushing it

Breaking it

Thinking that now it will grow back stronger

Queen can you not see

The pain you reap

You are not the queen

We all fell for

We love you still

As you scream your wrath

Only wanting who you used to be

Wishing we could help

Helpless to do naught but watch

As you crumble inside

What can a fallen queen do

But sit on her throne and scream

No subjects to listen

But little old me

I will leave you soon

And I allow no chains to shackle these wrists

Maybe when you can no longer judge others

You will look within