Thread: When I was king

The work of food
The checkpoint of beeping
An undesirable uniform
To go with undesirable work

I was born a fool
But it would seem I am still a fool
But with only a few more pennies to my name
No longer a king
If only he had a brain
But it seem too later for this brainless king

I was the king of my people
My castle, a concrete prison of knowledge
I was respected
I was feared
By adults
By fellow child
But no longer would it seem

I recall peasants of my castle
Being a lack of confidence
I had thought myself better then what my peasants are
But little did I know it was bravely


Now, they, ruling over me
The kings and queens of my world now
Just makes me think
When I was king

I don't quite understand this poem, but I do like the mood of it.