The Regular Princess

She works a lot
All day long
Scrubbing pots and pans
And making them shine.

She feels like a maid
Unvalued and unseen
Till one day
She comes upon a gleam

Oh, but it is a tiara
A useless scrap of metal.
But it made her feel
A little more special.

Those once shiny gems
Made her eyes glitter.
Once placed on her head,
She remembered her smile,
One they’d never forget.