Day 21 – Royalty In My Own Heart

I am royalty in my own heart
The king of all I see
But when I wake up in my own bed
All I am is me

No crowns I wear, 
No robes adorn,
No queens to marry,
No princes born

Most days, my kingdom is poor
With naught but dust to eat
There are bedbug-filled beds
And only flea-bitten sheets

But a few times every year,
A princess comes to town
So I tell the soldiers to clean up
And I let my guard down

But once she leaves, the trash piles up
And the streets are filled with leaves
For when there is no princess,
My heart no longer believes

I am royalty in my own heart
A ruler strong and true 
But at night and day, when I’m alone,
I’m not a king, I’m you