Queen

You're perfect, you say

But your "subjects" disagree.

You weep with the hurt

That you inflict,

Wondering

"Why is this happening to me?"

Queens are meant to be clued up -

The most powerful piece on the board.

You?

You know what you do

But you fail to confront it.

It's a war you don't want,

A mirror you don't want

Reflecting

Because battling yourself will mean loss,

Loss of self,

Loss of status,

Loss of respect,

And a queen cannot live without these.

But what a queen

Of any royal worth

Would know

Is that these have already been lost.