Once we ruled, once we were queens,
But now we aren’t, not any more.
Now we're simply normal, unimportant teens,
We walk from door to door to door,
Praying help us, help your royalty,
Help us, but they pay no attention, because we no longer rule
This sunken town, oh won’t you see?
No. We’re simply tools.
They laugh and party drunkenly,
A contrast to the silent and sober mood
Of the girl next door, her chagrin
Keeping her from the usual consummation of food.
For she is not fit for gold, let alone tin.
She is worthless, she has been told.
But her sister, she tells her, “You are priceless.”
And she spins that into cloth, hides it in between the folds.
Even though she is still a mess
Falling apart every second she breathes
Still as stone, a concrete angel
And her father, he’s always peeved.
And as long as we live, we don’t tell.
But we stand tall, made of stone.
Nobody will acknowledge that we are weak.
They choose not to see our flaws, bare as bones.
The coroner shakes his head,
For they do not breathe any longer
Never one to outlast the dead.
They pick at her with tongs,
Just a dead body, fingers splayed apart,
Once clutched around a crown.
And her chest does not house a beating heart.