"Myself"
In "my" throne, I sit "myself"
To all- a man of power
Sinless white "my" wall so white
High up, on the tower.
Through winters and warmth
I do breathe, "myself"
Cut a cake they buy
"Celebrate" smiling, "myself".
To all- a prince so priceless
They want to be but me
To me- a puppet in a show
Being painted upon, daily.
Sit by a wall, with head held high
My shoes snatched, no more mine
In rainbows in blues, with smile wooden
Polished each day, to rise and shine.
-Mx
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