Reflections of a King
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On my soul lies a curse
It is an evil few can grasp
Granted me with a personality bright as molten gold
And wit sharp as glass
It gave me a crown, dripping with gems
And a voice that never waivers
And a conscience that never sins
But in a mirror I can see it for what it is,
A true ironic facade
A performance for the ages worthy of applause
I see past the smile, that melts hearts and inspires alike
I feel the timid breaths,
The hesitant thoughts hidden behind the graceful steps
And the anxiety attacks, that come when I’ve over slept
But to the world, all of this I am bereft
The air of calm I present, I have realized
Is every bit a part of me
Although it is a lie
A curtain by which a wizard can hide
Makes the wizard no less real
And if you marry a wench is she still a bride?
Of course
People say fake it till you make it
And few understand
Your reflection is not a malady,
For we are who we are
And still who we want to be
So when I look at my facade
At the stranger in the mirror
I see not pretender, pretending
Or a kinless boy playing at king
I see both sides of the curtain,
Who I am,
And who I’d be
And in the eyes of Gods and men
All that I am, I am me