I dont get how i dont seem to have time for me anymore.

Its like my time belongs to some others for the whole of this few weeks.

Whats making it worse is the refusal to help. Kings and queens. Prince and princesses.

Everything is making me frustrated.
Even you. You. You.

Walking down the old streets can even remind me. What the hell is wrong. Argh

So damn tired from i dont even know what.

On mazy routes a knight wanders
Upon a grout the lady ponders