Trying to tear me down.

I’ll still have my crown
You can talk me down
Cast me out
Please Continue to shout
The nastiest most mean
And I’ll still reign Queen
Tell it in disgust
I Promise I won’t fuss
Fight -not at all
Just be sure to make me fall
I’ll give you what you need
To see me on my knees
While you whisper funny tunes
When you see me in the room
Whenever you see me doing well
You’ll wish me to hell
And then mad
When you see me glad
Cause you used all the weapons you had
And I’m working
And striving
And you still thriving
To bring a slow death
Because of my wealth
Don’t get me wrong
No Money or priceless rags
It’s that hate you feel
When you see me laugh
And I smile at my worst
Yet you still thirst
For the simple things
You cant get in your dreams

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  • Darla Smith on Jan 12, 2009

    Interesting poem.

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