Standing on the garden steps
In dignified fashion, she waited
Majestic, in her satin wings
Her heart, had now deflated

As a pauper, she dressed in tatters
Her dress, was sewn from rags
How could she ever convince them?
In these clothes, she’d felt rather scrag

Though, proudly, she stood before them
There was a conflict, deep inside
She knew exactly who she was
To the others, she’d have to hide

Noble being, angel fair
So different from the rest
Unworthiness, masked by beauty
Would always feel oppressed

February Writing Prompt: Dignified and Divergent – Day 25/28

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