Bella Patel

A Princess Can Never Truly Cry

A princess can never truly cry

Nothing but a damsel in distress waiting for her prince

She could never anxiously bite her nails, or pull at her hair

Perfect on the outside, broken on the inside

What if she spoke out and told the world how she felt?

How every night she would pace and think for hours

Her thoughts racing too fast for her to grasp any of them

She must always have a prince by her side

No matter how much she loved the last, she must move

on to the next

Loneliness is failure, beauty is success, and silence is best

How does she lead without true feelings, without speaking out 

for the fearful?

How can she hold the weight of her life 

without breaking down?

The stress, the anxiety, the voice in her head telling her to give up

Her mind, with a dual personality, pushing people away 

but asking for them in a time of need

What human can hold the weight of the world on top

of a tiara with perfect posture?

Her failures constantly overshadow her accomplishments

What she enjoys is no longer a priority, she must do her duty 

and give up her happiness

With her feelings bottled, her head held high, and a smile on her face

she does the waltz 

Beautifully, gracefully she gives into her thoughts and loses herself

No one will pull her out of this state 

she stays in her glass jar, watching the world 

pass her by 

She never had the gift of truly living

She would watch as the balls went on and she faded from public view

until she was forgotten

One day, she hoped, there would be someone 

to open the jar.