How are you?

“How are you?”

That is a very common expression,
 to gain a brief human connection.

But this time, you a stranger.
Asked me how I am.
A small thought entered my head, “is this a scam?”
You wouldn’t understand.

I have a lot on my mind.
So, I hope you have time.

Ok, here’s the back story.

A little girls dream of being a Princess.
Was quickly crushed by.
I’ll give you one guess.

That’s right another girl dreaming of being Queen.
She didn’t like me because her eyes were sky blue,
and mine were moss green.

She ruled the play ground,
As if she actually had a crown.
If you had potential she pushed you down.

One day I had enough and fought back with an iron fist.
Of course the whole fucking kingdom was pissed.

It was then that the reality of who I was in this kingdom came to light.
I was no princess.
Not even a brave knight.

I was in fact the towns Joker.
One that never told jokes yet always got laughed at.
But to them I wasn’t even that.
I was a fucking door mat!

Later on despite where I stood in the eyes of the kingdom,
A prince came and took me away.
But, I was merely led astray.

So, long story short.

Here I am struggling to make it through.
And you said “How are you?”