"Prisoner in the Palace" by Holly Jo McClelland

What was it like?

Your life, of course

Constantly clamoring for attention

With everything you did

Was it an adventure?

Filled with heart-shattering moments

But not without a few pretty ones

To balance them out

You were the princess

Girls and women fought over your crown

Did you fall in love with the cameras?

Is that why you never hid?

Is that why you never backed down?

The world put you on a pedestal

Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song

But you were a prisoner in the palace

You were convinced you didn’t belong

Tell me everything about

Those whirlwind thirty days

What went down?

Was it even real?

Were the Mediterrean cruises

Dresses and yacht parties

Champagne and diamond rings

Really all that?

Or was it all for show?

Did you really love him?

Was it for the people?

Or was it your way to heal?

To give them something to look at?

The world put you on a pedestal

Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song

But you were a prisoner in the palace

So you found a place where you’d belong

Let’s talk about that night

That Paris soiree

Your last one here

Was it bliss?

Or was it misery?

Did it make you want to disappear?

The world put you on a pedestal

Threw flowers when they greeted you and burst into song

But you were a prisoner in the palace

Where, if at all, did you ever belong?