Daughter of the noble family,
Yet she doesn’t act like one.
Not much formality,
Cause all she wants is to have fun!
But her parents want her to live to their reality,
Of being a sweet little one.

She tries to meet their expectations,
But she just can’t!
Which makes complications,
That her parents would always rant.

She’s funny,
And loud!
Yet they expect her to be a honey,
And go on with the crowd.

Well not her.
She’s doing her own thing.
Like ruffling people’s fur,
By making up odd ships to sing.

Plus hearts are her thing.
She makes them float everywhere,
Even in front of the king.
But like I said, she doesn’t care.

And she’ll never change.
Why would she?
Although she might be strange,
She’ll always be filled with glee.

As she eats her ice cream,
Everyone who walks past her sees a daydream.
A smiley, sweet little girl,
Whose hair is in soft beautiful curls.

Not only is she kind,
But she has s wonderful beautiful mind.
Sweet, and polite,
Always having a soft glowing light.

A beautiful smile,
That fits her beautiful style.

But I wonder,
What is under,
Her head.

Maybe,
She doesn’t like people,
Seeing her like this instead.

She looks in the mirror.
A wicked grin on her face.
She looks a bit nearer,
At her style of taste.

Electric pink hair,
******* in a wavy ponytail.
Her eyes—a sparkling lair,
With glitter slithering along its trail.

A star kissed jacket,
Bright colourful sneakers.
Rings wrapped around like a packet,
A dazzling sight for all the peekers.

She’s the Pop Rock Princess,
Of course she stands out.
And I must confess,
She’s a colourful sparkly shout.

But she has her days,
And the other princesses will be there for her,
On those bad days.

Your face has a story,
A beautiful one at that.
You may think it doesn't have much glory,
But once said a wise old rat:

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦,
𝘐𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦,
𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭,
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦,
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭,
𝘐𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

And yes, most of the time this is true.
So don't look glum when you look in that mirror.
Just blow away the blues.
And you might see yourself a little bit more clearer.

So cherish the words of the wise old rat.

And that,
Is that.

Some things
Are simply
Unexplainable