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This poem just came to me while I was walking around my kitchen. I'm not feeling depressed but sad poems are my best.

While I know I am so beautiful,
A being so extravagant and sure,
I stand before you all today,
Torn up on the floor.

I know my ways weren't so great,
and my best wasn't the best.
But I plead to you in great sorrow,
seemingly as little as a pest.

Please take my apology with heart,
Like the amazing people I know you to be.
And give this young woman one more chance
To a better life, you'll see.

You listen with great honor.
An effort I cannot show.
Because I myself am honorless,
As you all seem to know.

But maybe with your wisdom,
You'll come along and see,
That I wasn't as bad as once thought,
But not the best I could be.

My arrogance shows I now know,
and with great emotion I fall to the floor.
I'll kiss your feet, your soles and shoes,
If you give me time once more.

Please people of this city,
Listen very well,
Because if you let me back on the throne,
I'll make this city swell.