The ill-fated queen

She gazes upon her people,
With happiness in her eyes,
But nobody realizes,
Her well built disguise.

Inside her red heart,
She feels things too,
The weight that she carries,
It's all for you.

But you don't catch on,
To her sadness inside,
You always just think,
'She's got nothing to hide.'

Her crown feels heavy,
Although it's quite light,
It's pulling her down,
Killing her fight.

The crown's getting tighter,
With every death,
Of the people in war,
That she sent with one breath.

Trailing down her face,
The blood drips down,
Like fiery tears,
From the rim of her crown.

A/N i know that my poetry isnt all that good  and i know that it isnt everyones cup of tea but i really, really wanted to do this. There are so many books on wattpad poetry or not, how am i supposed to succeed with mine? Simple, whether or not this gets popular or not, i did what i wanted to do. I published a book on wattpad filled with MY poetry, and that's why im proud of myself. That's how i succeeded.

Stay pastel!