I wrote poetry! Which usually only happens when I’m overwhelmed with emotion, so it may have clouded some of the execution, but I just wanted to put it up in case anyone relates. This is for anyone with a frenemy, a mean leader in your group, or for anyone who likes poetry with allusions to fairy tales.
Comments and criticism always welcome, but please be gentle. 🙂
People assume I don’t feel anything
just because I don’t say much.
So they say what they want and think about me
because they think words won’t leave a touch.
It may not be physical, at least not to you,
but to me it’s a debilitating blow
to hear how you speak and treat people
and see them still line up in a row
to hear your gossip and soul-shredding words
and how you always tear people down
just so you can stand tall on your pedestal
with your imaginary, coveted crown.
You think you’re Queen Bee because people follow,
a mentality I never understood,
when these people you call your best friends you treat
like a beggar you saved from the woods.
You think without you they’d be nothing
and you so kindly saved them from that fate,
but now your sparkle is wearing off to me,
your enchanted mirror is starting to break.
Your friends are your court jesters, nothing more,
fools there simply for your pleasure,
that you taunt and goad and knock down a peg
simply for your selfish good measure.
You desperately want to be the fairest of them all
but, my queen, you will lose your court
if you constantly make them feel so small
for your own cruel, wicked sport.
It’s time to control your insecurities
and your wicked, cruel way of speak
and realize there’s a mutiny within your court,
a rebellion of the meek.