August 7, 2012
It's not like this is something new
It's always here, just not always in view.
A golden chain may look ideal
But underneath is what is real
To a stranger, the chain will glimmer
but to its owner, her life grows dimmer.
Appearing as a golden path
It's only one of cold, hard brass.
From the faux, a heart did sit
But long ago, she could not find it
A girl who once ruled atop a throne
Now sits silently, depressed, and alone.
Not every royal princess gets perfection,
A world is lost by the need for affection

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