Air to Breathe.

I can barely contain the air

that I'm supposed to breathe.

Tell me, is this how living

is supposed to be?

I'm in constant mental agony,

wondering when it will all cease -

end, crumble, dissipate -

when the empire will decease.

I'm tired of the act.

This crown's not for me.

The elegance and confidence,

a facade meant for royalty.

While I'm neither that, 

not a queen nor princess nor flea,

I'm hanging around inside

on the castle walls really.

What I am is an imposter,

faking happiness with glee.

One who can barely contain the air

they're supposed to breathe.

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Fatima Falath is a 20-year-old poet from Saudi Arabia. You can usually find her writing, programming or filmmaking. You can find here writing here, because they are signed, well, “-FF”.