Blessed with beauty, Cursed with poison

The words that she spoke were anything but reason, treat like queen but felt nothing but treason. She had an angelic voice that would calm a hurricane, but no one knew of the haunting thoughts that were plaguing her brain. She’d smile carefree, wearing her mask so bold, but deep down she knew that loneliness is all her future would hold. She kept up the appearance that all was okay, I guess in the end that’s what made her most afraid. She was the queen of the town; she knew it was her domain and if anyone had a problem she knew they’d refrain. The way she behaved juxtaposed her personality, looked like a saint but served everyone with nothing but brutality. The men would all swoon with a flick of her hair, but none would approach her, not one would dare. She hid behind a person she made up in her mind, and made sure the real her was well hidden and someone no one could find. The invisible tiara she wore on her head, would only slip down slightly when she was alone and tears could shed. Nothing could help her; she was too far gone and now she was stuck like a hunted fawn. Eye contact was something she never could face; she’d communicate only with her leadership and grace. Living life in the fiction world she created, it’s blatantly no wonder she was secretly hated. If time travel was possible, I’m sure she’d go back but because it is not there’s no reason to slack, as she picked up the blade and sunk it into her skin, she could only seem to think and concentrate on one thing. Imagine she’d lived her life kind and pure, maybe self-harm wouldn’t be the only cure.