I stand here holding on to a pillar that I built with my own heart,my strong will and the weight of my pain.

I look North,and I see her,deep in pain,all curled up, with slit wrists due to your painful words,malice and neglection.

I look further North and I see him, crawling, looking up at you to take him back,mistaking chains for comfort.

What I see in the west is not shocking at all,just look at them,shivering, waiting for your approval,as if their entire existence depends on it.
This one is scared to make a move even......... "You might not like it...."

The east is pathetically familiar.....this again.....living a lie,manifesting your wishes practically by trying to live up to a status you can never reach.You live in the shadows...always whimpering, shaking,scared someone will find out you are not a queen... you don't even have a kingdom,...a home.

I will not bother to look South, nothing surprises me anymore.....all too familiar....a boring repetitive cycle that I struggled to elope from.

I will simply look away,I will not lend a hand,I will not give you words of affirmation........no one did that for me.

I will let you lie on your death bed,.....and learn,even if you will die.