Antidote

45 | outer veneer

There was once a princess—

a princess with an ethereal beauty

loved by many for her majesty,

loved by many for her endearing appearance

nevertheless, no one had the chance

to figure out who she really was.

With her facetious façade,

she appeared to be so sweet

not a single hint of sadness

in her eyes; 'twas filled with felicity

her smile so bright, seemed so alive

yet she wasn't loved for who she was inside.

One day, the clock stopped ticking

an odd news circulated through the palace

The princess was nowhere to be found!

There was something in the young

lady's room, somewhat like a note

written in minuscule, the letter said

"I am finding my happiness."

Tears, remorse, sorrow and despair,

a heavy atmosphere permeated the chamber.