I'm must confess I am impressed, your servitude is embraced by my gratitude,
now let me explain why a crown fit so well in this deranged head.
While recovering from Major anxiety that came with its friend,
Depression, and OCD, and what else?
I took the sword of words which I'm really good at.
And I said and order, you will not see me on the bed today.
Instead, I'm here in front of you accepting your challenge,
wanting to steal my throne of second-best
I share with you the verse of a sick brain.
But I'm stronger than anyone of you and every else!
If I'm misplaced and strange, I'll embrace it,
and order that a bigger throne should be constructed for the amazing me.
Because I don't wanna just be sick and contagious.
I wanna share the worlds blooming inside of me.
With a verse, some drawings, and a sketch. Making me Queen is just showing how for once I can win.
PS: I was already mentioned as winner and Queen, now bow and bend that knee!
