Matriarch

My song
Sang softly
Yet not for the Queen to hear
Oh how she despised my songs
I cry quietly in my bed
But not for her to know
Oh how she hated my feelings
 
I breathe slowly
Not for her to see
 
Oh I deserve no air, deserve no life
 
She glares at me
A cold dead stare
 
It scares me
Through all my own despair
 
 
I laugh
And she snaps
Tells me I cannot be happy
"To be joyful is to be foolish" She tells me
 
How often I hear her yell
My heart leaps
As she edges closer
I wince instinctively when she raises her hand
She tells me not to be so stupid
But I still fear
Maybe she lied
Acted her way
To get me near
And kill me again