Wouldn't it be nice to be a prince,
A king, instead of a boy hung by the fabric of his dresses,
A man, rather than a child hiding behind his father's shadow,
Wrapped up in the chains of his necklaces,
Wouldn't it be nice if you stopped calling me a princess and giving me a tiara,
Because I'm no princess,
And I'm no longer hidden,
I'm exposed, but my exposure is my downfall.
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Acidic Waters
PoetryAll this is is a collection of poetry and prose I have written throughtout my life as your everyday human being. Some are completed and edited, whilst others will remain raw permentally. Feel free to leave any feedback you have and I hope you enjoy...
