"Invisible Crown"

Irritable, Frustration, Moody, Pain, I've been enduring for awhile. 

It seems seems as if I've misplaced my smile. 

If you were to ask me in life what's my aspiration, I'd have to say happiness. 

Choices in life I no longer want to second guess. 

These feelings I can't suppress. 

At times, I'm a hot mess, so I lay my burdens down. Knowing I'm just a working progress. 

I aspire to be happy because I'm tired of all the stress. 

They say happiness is a choice but lately I don't have access. 

Feeling unpretty, insecure and low something is missing there is a void, to please others I give a smirk. 

I'm ready to feel great from within first focus  genuinely on Gods Plan. Dressing my smile, praying this invisible crown works!  

I'm searching for hope in a hopeless place, crying inside but no one pays attention. 

Growing up I felt like my mothers princess 

Life changes within an instance. 

Now that I'm a grown up I'm finding my own voice but nobody wants to listen. 

So I say forget the glass slipper the princess wears give me my crown and some kicks, and I will run this race of life even if I feel frail. Because one thing my mother taught me was this life is NOT a fairytale. 

I try so hard to keep it real Then "he" says Tiffany your mean. 

So once again I question myself, and ask what's a Queen without her King? "A Queen"

So I keep going, giving up is Not and Option, listing to FourFiveSeconds, felling every word especially when Kanye says, "They want to buy my pride, but that just ain't up for sale. 

So I pray Lord don't let me spazz out in due time victory will prevail.  

I just gotta keep going no matter how hot it is passing through hell. 

I'm alive. That's a blessing, but I ask myself am I living, my exterior says YES, but if I'd say yes that would be Perjury. 

What can I do to be fixed, then I realize it's the interior that needs the surgery. 

I'm going patiently in the direction of my dreams no matter how many curve balls life brings.  

Lord please fill my cup

Everyday I wake up. Pray up. And crown up. 

More faith. More Prayers. Reversing my frown. 

Counting my blessings all while wearing my invisible crown.  

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Poetic Tiffany Poet