Power held in a glass of hysteria
I wonder what it would be like to be a queen.
To have power handed to you in the presence of marriage.
To have a king by your side, a kingdom in your view.
The most beautiful, respected woman.
Having power over the people. The riches.
I sit here and wonder what it would be like to be a queen, but then the thought comes again.
I wonder what it would be like to be a king, and to have a queen beside me instead.
Maybe I am not missing being a queen, but being in the wrong body entirely.
I fool myself with these thoughts of confinement.
I will never ever be a queen let alone a king, I am a simple girl in the mist of the chaos of hierarchy.
So far from the top my mind gets lost in the order as I turn on the news to hear more of politics. I wonder was I born in the wrong body or just the wrong time. Should I have be born at all?
I breathe in when the thought reoccurs.
I just want to be a king.