I pace and pace and pace the floor.
My guards stand watching at the door,
Ensuring my safety from my enemies.
Little do they know the biggest threat is inside me.
Many come with grievances waiting to be heard.
Asking me to solve their problems, they twitter like little birds.
Where- I wonder- would they be
When there is no new verdict from me?

I’m only a girl not fit to be queen,
Not meant to be heard, only seen.
I flipped that around, you see,
Without a king, they must listen to me.
This heavy crown upon my head
Weighs like an arrow pointed at my chest.
They would rather I were born a boy.
How sorry am I. I’ve turned into a noble’s toy.

I pace and pace and pace the floor.
What will they do when I am here no more?
Part of me could not care less;
Once I’m dead, they can burn the fortress.
My mother tried to marry me off,
But who wants a queen who’s not afraid to talk?
So much weighs down on me,
The life of a queen is one not free.

They envy the life I live
Unknowing how much of me I give.
I shall end all their tiring misery.
By removing the girl not fit to be queen.
I pace and pace and pace the floor.
My guards stand watching at the door.
If I am quick, they will not see,
As I end the life of a broken queen.