Queen

The Queen has unknown scars

And unshed tears

Her crown is new and crooked

Unsure and scared

She doesn't like confrontation,

But hates heavy silence

Although she hates the thought of breaking someone,

This can't go on,

She is not the same useless pawn,

She has reached the breaking point,

Be careful not to get cut,

I want to cherish you as a friend,

But you have crushed my self esteem, and remorse,

I cant feel sorry for poisonous words that reside in my mouth,

Trust me, I wish that I did,

But then I remember your words and your actions,

And then all of a sudden,

When I'm about to comfort you,

All remorse and guilt flees from

I know I'm playing queen,

But in the end so were you.

I doubt either of us are fit for the position.

We're too similar in our foolishness,

Yet we're hilarious opposites

You pushed me to this,

I don't feel an ounce of guilt.

Do you?