I think that I am better,
As a Princess, not a Queen.
It's not that I'm not happy,
Or ungrateful or just mean.
Ecstatic that I was truly first,
I danced and yelled with glee,
So happy I was singing,
And everyone looked at me.
Overreacted at the news,
But celebration was deserved!
But as the hours continue,
I feel further reserved.
I don't want to be a whiner,
I just want to write my things,
I want to feel that pleasure,
That only Opuss brings.
I guess this poem's all about,
How I feel I'm letting down,
I'm trying but I'm wondering...
Do I deserve this crown?
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