They have no idea what I have been through. I am strong, I am resilient, I have been nothing and now I am everything. No words can hurt me. No stones can break me. Even the voices on the inside can’t hurt me. I have felt the highest highs and the lowest lows. I have scars on my feet and on my heart. They are like blisters, callouses, they made me strong. So that I can dance on hot coals.
I have been to hell, that fire has consumed me from the inside and the outside. But the fire melded me into a sword. A sword that made me a conqueror. And now I sit upon my throne and those beasts are at my command.
Kick me, hit me, spit on me. Go on. I dare you. I was tempered in a burning fire. I wear a crown made from demons I have slain. My castle is red from my own blood. I am a powerful Queen and before you enter upon my domain, be warned, for underneath this sweet façade a mighty dragon roars. Shout it from the rooftops, sing it in minstrel song. Let it be known, that he who wakes the sleeping dragon will need more than snow and ice to quench my fire.