NOT A PRINCESS

I never wanted to be a princess like you said.
I never wanted to wear a crown on my head.
Royalty has so much responsibility,
That comes with so much hostility.
When you saw me dance around the room.
I was not imagining myself in a ballroom.
But In a forest or a field.
A small little cottage is what appealed. 
Feeding chickens while listening to the birds sing.
There would be a bridge that crosses a spring.
Close enough to town to not be alone.
But not too close that everything is known.
I never wanted attention to be on me.
Or for people to think I was always sweet.
I was ignorant, hoping for a daydream.
To sit in peace by a still small stream.
Yes, I believed in fairytales.
The kind where good prevails.
Maybe I was wrong in my thinking.
Maybe the corrupt are kings.
Maybe good doesn’t find peace in this life.
Maybe joy comes long after strife.
Do you see why I never wanted a crown?
Yes, I do like a pretty gown.
But not at the cost of turmoil’s chain.
With that I was labeled insane.
Maybe it is better to never play a big role.
To hide yourself away deep inside a hole.
It would be better to marry a farmer.
That’s my kind of knight in shining armor.
It is better to keep things close to yourself.
Hidden and not presented on a shelf.
I never wanted to be a princess or a queen.
Now more than ever I don’t want to be seen.
For all that is good is melted away.
And ever after is left with a constant fray.
For fairytales are for heaven’s reality.
Not for the present partiality. 

R.D. Jess