Beautiful

She hides in her throne, sunk into the ground,
She shields her eyes with a Beautiful crown.
There are people waiting, awed by her words,
However, her mouth won't utter a sound.
There are people waiting, handling jewels,
Beautiful, breathtaking - in piles, she's drowned.
Diamonds, rubies: thrown all around,
Thrown to her feet, thrown to the ground.
The diamonds are Beautiful; the diamonds are garbage.
The rubies are Beautiful; the rubies are trash.
The jewels are Beautiful; the jewels are blinding -
They're blindingly flashy and thrown in the trash.
The people are leaving, they're leaving in classes
They're leaving and laughing - they've all had a blast.
Now Beautiful is gone, it hadn't lasted,
It never was there - their Queen was trash.
The Queen is alone, she recovers her jewels,
They're beautiful and blinding, but thrown in the trash.
The diamonds are Beautiful,
The diamonds are blinding,
They shine and they glow as they lay in the trash.
She sorts through the rubies,
She sorts through the diamonds,
Sadly, most of them have been shattered like glass.
She sees one diamond, its Beauty intact,
Not one single chip,
Not one single crack.
And in its perfection, she sees her reflection;
But the Queen is reminded with one hidden scratch -
The Queen is reminded she's Beautiful trash.