Princess or Prisoner?

In a gilded cage, I sit and sigh,
A princess? A prisoner? I can’t decide.
Gold bars around me, glittering bright,
Yet my soul is bound, locked in this light.
 
The mirror reflects a face I don’t know,
Strange eyes that once felt the warmth of home’s glow.
I see a crown, but my heart feels cold,
A kingdom of silence, a story untold.
 
Where are my friends? Where is my kin?
The laughter, the comfort, where did it begin?
This palace of beauty, yet I feel so far,
Lost in a world of diamonds, but scarred.
 
I miss the old me, wild and free,
Before the cage became my reality.
The one who danced under the open sky,
Before I learned to silence my cries.
 
Now I stare at the glass, unsure of my face,
A stranger in this golden, empty space.
I wonder, if I walked away, would I find
The home I lost, the self I left behind?