Heavy is the crown for the one who carries it.
Weighs on the shoulder, as no one is there to share these tears with.
Aches the heart, too many secrets to bury.
Head kinda hurts, with all these lies to worry.
So many presents, so many gifts;
All in the name if the queen who is tied with strings.
Every move made is judged,
Every time she trusts, gets her mascara smudged.
Running a kingdom isn't a child's play;
Let alone for two.
One in her hands, safe and secure;
Another, in her mind, kinda torn apart for a while.
As she takes care of her people of the kingdom;
But who protects her from her own demons?
Beaten and battered she goes on,
Courtroom of men she bestowed upon.
And with a cherished smile in her face;
She carries the heavy crown, all by herself.