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I was a princess once It was long before I was sad I was daddy's little girl and mommy's little angel I used to twirl in my dresses and bows happily singing my songs then I grew up I lost myself I shattered I tried to pick up the pieces just for one day one day, my birthday, to be whole again I only had enough glue and tape to piece myself together for one day I was queen for that day I was turning 15, my quinceañera, I was queen for a day My dress, my makeup, my hair was perfect I was queen for the day but once the party was over, and my dress was taken off my makeup washed off, my hair back to its messy oily self I look into the mirror and I'm no longer queen it's 2:21 am the day after my birthday and I'm still broken I'm still me and that ***** My demons screamed, my nails clawing, trying to get out of my skin Sure, I was queen for a day, but I'm not a queen I don't rule, I'm not majestic, nor radiant nor elegant I was like a little kid for a while playing pretend playing dress up although I was beautiful, I was beautiful for one day one day and one day only. I wish I was beautiful for more than just one day but there is only so much glue and so much tape those aren't permanent fixes, those are temporary just like my reign
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Queen for a day
I was a princess once It was long before I was sad I was daddy's little girl and mommy's little angel I used to twirl in my dresses and bows happily singing my songs then I grew up I lost myself I shattered I tried to pick up the pieces just for one day one day, my birthday, to be whole again I only had enough glue and tape to piece myself together for one day I was queen for that day I was turning 15, my quinceañera, I was queen for a day My dress, my makeup, my hair was perfect I was queen for the day but once the party was over, and my dress was taken off my makeup washed off, my hair back to its messy oily self I look into the mirror and I'm no longer queen it's 2:21 am the day after my birthday and I'm still broken I'm still me and that ***** My demons screamed, my nails clawing, trying to get out of my skin Sure, I was queen for a day, but I'm not a queen I don't rule, I'm not majestic, nor radiant nor elegant I was like a little kid for a while playing pretend playing dress up although I was beautiful, I was beautiful for one day one day and one day only. I wish I was beautiful for more than just one day but there is only so much glue and so much tape those aren't permanent fixes, those are temporary just like my reign
michelle-m-diaz
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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