Queen of Your Own Universe
Oh the numbness of it all!
How can one feel so numb?
When you are the Queen of the Universe
And your subjects are doing their best to please you
You are never satisfied!
Your mother often showered you with the greatest treasures of the world
Particularly and spectacularly guaranteed trips to the moon
At the hour of her death the world was yours to own
Yet you cry alone in your chambers
No one to hold you and no one to care
Everyone goes about their business
"Chin up dear! Duty awaits!"
There is no mourning to be done
No time to recuperate
No time to be coddled
Grow up! You are no longer a child!
You don't matter so lift yourself up, dust yourself off, and carry on
You try to stand and you fall flat on your face
The harsh memories flood you
The realization hits
The maternal love you craved so desperately was denied to you
You were home and still it did not feel like home
Mother only wanted an heir to her throne
Your emotions be damned
You grew cold
Yet it wasn't your nature
You did what you had to do
The farce was up
No need to drag on the false pretenses
Mourning is not only for the dead
Every tear you shed will set you free from your emotional oppression
Let out every last droplet
Every last stubborn tear
Once the storm leaves the shore
You shall be who you choose
You are the queen of your own universe
Therefore, your future happiness is now up to you