You can’t find me in the crowd,
as hard as I can’t find you in solitude.
I read the history of the world,
as much as you read about the future.
Aren’t our differences too strong for us to ignore?
You’re still smiling on a hard day,
while I’m angry for silly reasons.
You are your own self, and I am me.
I’d tried to be like you,
but all I got was only mockery.
Where’d you go, trouble making sad girl?
Have you found your prince?
Didn’t you say you need no rescue?
Didn’t you say you can save yourself?
I laugh at my own restlessness, dreaming about a kingdom.
Where it’s only me on the throne, crowned in blood diamond.
Two lines of knights standing proudly before me.
Swearing to protect my whole life and my treasures.
Then I saw you riding a horse cart.
Beside you was a girl, modest on her dress.
She had two braids on her hair,
she was knitting a clothe for you.
And you’re smiling at how her hands moved graciously.
And I saw myself burning the palace with rage.
Not all fairy tales had a happy ending, you said.
I nod at you submissively,
and denying tears that keep pooling inside my eyes.
I know and understand the exact same ending, repeatedly in my life.
Until someday that I’d lose my hope, I would accept the faith.
That it would never be my ever after, it would be someone else’s.
It’d be only him and her,
Because I am a lonely queen.