The Throne Was Never Yours

A hollow witch with a crown of thorns 

Voice all venom and full of scorn

Eyes like glass , heart like smoke

A petty thief hiding in a cloak

Calls herself a leader, she plots and plays

A hateful feeder, she brays and brays

Sitting on a tower abusing her power

Ruling with tantrums, she curses away

Inflated ego, so self absorbed

A happiness sponge like smelly bog

Childish logic, a manner so unrefined

A hollow soul with a shallow mind 

You think you’re dressed in robes of brilliance

They’re stitched from flattery and fake compliments

Strutting your halls of delusion in transparent threads

Completely naked as people bite back their giggles at best 

Your throne unraveling with every gust of honesty

Revealing in all its nakedness your ugly reality

A brainless witch is a fraud in lace

Leadership is not your place