I don't want to be a princess anymore

Why do you only let me play with the pretty toys?

I want to play with other girls and boys.

Why can I only sing on the choir and play the grand piano

I want to scream swear words and play the percussion.

Why can you only stare at me, like the statue I am?

I promise I'm worthy enough to befriend.

Why am I a thousand-people's muse,

yet there's a scarse of whom I could ever amuse.

"-Mirror, mirror, tell me, when does this end?"

"-It doesn't, sweetie. You don't understand;

some can laugh, waste time, and play.

The ones on the other side of the windows of your marble cell.

You have to sit uptight, with books stacked on your head,

despite all your efforts, your role is to be admired in the eyes of all men."

- bbrkn