Do you see me in the shadows, obscured and unseen,
A silent spirit wandering, lost in this dream?
In the depths of my being, I long to be seen,
But what if I wasn\'t the queen?
Would you still see me if my crown was stripped away,
If the world no longer cheered for my display?
Would my voice still resonate, clear and strong,
Or would it drown amidst the clamor and throng?
For I am more than this title I bear,
More than the jewels that adorn my hair.
I am a woman with hopes and desires,
With a soul that yearns to ignite like fires.
What if I was not the queen, but a simple maiden fair,
With naught but the wind to carry my prayer?
Would you notice the sparkle in my eyes,
The strength that within me forever lies?
Would you see the depth of my heart\'s endless well,
Where sorrows and joys intermingle and dwell?
Or would I be cast aside like a forgotten melody,
Lost in the vast tapestry of humanity?
Do you see me for who I truly am,
Beyond the grandeur and the glitz and the glam?
For there\'s a vulnerability I carry within,
A vulnerability that begs for kin.
If I was not the queen, would you listen, my dear,
To the tales of my triumphs and the joys tinged with fear?
Would you hold my hand as I navigate these unknown seas,
Or would you turn away, leave me to my worried pleas?
There is a tale beneath this regal facade,
A story of a woman searching to find God.
I\'ve been crowned and adorned, praised and revered,
But what if I was just a woman, unfettered and clear?
Would my words still captivate, enthrall, and inspire,
Or would they be lost in the wind\'s whispered choir?
Would my heart still beat with love and compassion,
Or would it wither away, reduced to mere fashion?
Do you see me in the early morning light,
When the world is hushed and the stars still shine bright?
Do you see the vulnerability etched on my face,
The longing for connection, a sense of grace?
For if I was not the queen, but a mere mortal soul,
Would you see the fragments that make me whole?
Would you embrace my flaws as a part of my art,
Or leave me longing for love\'s tender depart?
Do you see me beyond these gilded walls,
Beyond the adulation, the applause, and the falls?
Do you see the woman longing for intimacy,
Yearning for love, stripped of vanity?
For if I was not the queen, but just a woman true,
Would you see the strength that within me grew?
Would you witness the battles fought deep within,
The resilience that I carry, my desire to always win?
Do you see me in the chaos of life\'s grand dance,
When darkness descends and hope takes its chance?
Do you see the fire burning, fierce and bright,
Eager to illuminate the depths of the night?
For if I was not the queen, just an ordinary soul,
Would you still see me, be it in part or in whole?
Would you still witness the beauty I possess,
The love that I long to freely express?
So I ask again, do you truly see me here,
Beyond the crown I wear, the title I bear?
For there is more to me than meets the eye,
A depth of spirit that longs to be untied.
If I was not the queen, would you still see,
The essence of my soul, wild and free?
Would you hold my hand as equals we stand,
Or would you turn away, unable to withstand?
In this vast universe, so quick to judge and condemn,
I yearn for someone who truly sees who I am.
To understand that titles and crowns hold no true power,
Only the depth of connection, that love\'s precious flower.
So I ask once more, do you see me as I am,
Beyond the trappings of this royal sham?
For there is more to me than meets the eye,
A universe waiting to be seen, oh so high.
And if you see me, beyond the queen I portray,
I\'ll be forever grateful, come what may.
For in your eyes, I\'ll find the mirror I seek,
A reflection of my soul\'s journey\'s peak.
So tell me, dear friend, do you truly see,
The woman behind the queen, the real me?
If I was not the queen, but just a woman true,
Would you still see me? I wonder, do you?