Rage

I am a victim of overwhelming nostalgia

How I hate the thought of those days;

Reminiscence so bitter yet memoirs so sweet.

That day on ya’ cute head I put a diadem

In the kingdom of ma’ heart became a queen.

So happy on my head you put a crown

The ritual automatically made me a king.

I have reigned for quite so long ya’ majesty

Yet today I seethe with this feeling, rage.

I search my broken heart day and night

For a vestige of what I once felt for you

I am sorry to say I find none

All along I have lived with the pain

Of the betrayal of the love I had for you.

Officially you’d anointed me ya’ king

On the contrary I was ya’ lackey all ma’ reign;

The love- intoned songs you sang for me

On ma’ back you made me a clown

I was the first king to carry the queen’s fan.

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