Royal Confession

Heavily lies the crown upon my head, people just do not know. Everyone wishes to be the King or Queen, but they just don’t understand. When one reigns, there comes joy and sadness. Joy when the kingdom is doing well and I give thanks to the people. When the kingdom is not doing well, sadness bestows upon everyone and I take the blame. Everytime I walk into a room, I feel judged by my own people. By the color I wear is liked by some and disliked by others. By the way I wave to some is not seen by others. Always people leave thinking I don’t like them because I stopped looking in their direction when I took my first step onto the stairs. Even my thrown is judged. Some say it is too tall, some say its too small. No matter what I do, I will always be judged. Even though, I am the final say and can be the judge. My people always watch, always speak whether I’m there, awake or asleep. The people always are moving and thinking. Their always either liking the current or looking forward to the next reign. Oh, how my time here is limited whether liked or not. Heaven only knows my true thoughts.