A heart once tainted, green with spite,
Walked through the world as if in right.
But envy brewed beneath the grace,
A shadow dark behind the face.

They wore a crown they did not earn,
Unwilling still their truth to learn.
For strength is not a sharpened voice,
But kindness made in quiet choice.

They sought control, they craved the throne,
Yet found themselves more lost, alone.
While I, who walked a gentler way,
Began to bloom beyond their sway.

No longer chained to what they see,
I found the strength to just be me.
Not in their gaze or harsh demand,
But in my truth — I learn to stand.

~the.moonchilld💕