Humility

Nothing prepares you for the truth
that point of view
where you're no longer the root
just a branch
blown askew
tumbling down the hill
where the kill is in the fall
the hurt is in the loneliness
and a pill answers your calls
cause all of those around you are missing
no longer listening
to your cries
because it's you
they eventually grew
to despise
Till alas your allies
become a sum of one
you alienated 
those unsatiated
by your dumb
inebriated
truncated
cumbersome
inability
to produce love
from what was once
the greatest thing the world had ever seen
a queen who doesn't quite realize that she's a queen