
they were hidden but didn’t know they were silenced,
yet,
they were feelings too abstract to explain,
and the content of their character was too shallow to divulge,
but make no mistake,
as their queen mother I’m just as culpable,
leaving no room for error, but plenty for resentment,
if the tap-tapping of rain on the bathroom window sill bothers me i would not know,
oh, it’s on now,
a battle of the young and (extremely) restless,
do you see where this is going?
Nessa ❤️🔥