The Fallen Princess

I try to forget those haunting nights

When wicked hands covered my lips tight

Packed up in the room of darkness

Scared though it wasn’t my weakness

White, trembling my body crumble

But the evil eyes didn’t humble

I screamed on the top of my voice

Once, twice and thrice

My soul had exasperated

Yet the butchers exacerbated

Hustling my best to hide

But with every try I cried

Now, she is the fallen princess

In the world so helpless

None is there to listen to her frown

So she wears the broken crown

But, I wonder

Why don’t I feel cold in thunder

Will those black patches evade

Or I’ll carry a scar and beauty fade

Just a helping hand

Could have healed my wound

I know how difficult this sounds

But isn’t humanity profound

So why do they all blame me

Knowing I’ve the privilege to live free

Why so much of questions on me

In the world made for both you and me…?

So, I wear my virtue again

Ready, now my turn to play the game

I promise for my every tear

I’ll make you bleed and fear

But I’ll never rejuvenate

Neither I’ll celebrate

For I’m yet

Trying to forget those haunting nights

Wicked hands covered my lips tight

Injuries heal, marks remain

For what do I condemn you

For those injuries or

For not taking the marks away