I had a fight again.
This time it wasn't with Snow.
It wasn't with Emma or David either.
Not Ruby.
Not Granny.
No, the fight was with myself.
The queen came out today.
She tried to destroy what I have worked so hard to build.
But I fought her,
and I succeeded.
I kept the darkness out.
They didn't know though,
they didn't even notice.
Rather, I am the only one who knows.
They don't feel this inner battle field.
Be the queen says one half,
but the other says to be good.
One half loves them.
The other wants them dead.
I do believe that I am going mad,
from all of these voices in my head.
Madness consumes all,
and this battlefield is full of it.
My brain is a war,
my true self verses my conscience.
But the queen has magic,
the queen has manipulation,
how can I withstand that?
I want to succumb,
no matter how hard I fight.
I can't defeat myself.
I will not win this fight.
They don't believe in me anyways.
I will always be the evil queen.
Wickedness and sorcery.
That is all that I will ever be.
So I'll stop the fighting,
I will let them destroy me.
The queen will have victory,
for she is royalty.