People said they've found sadness a cure
Close your eyes, think of things happy and pure
Filled with colors and everything grand
Your spirits will lift up in your NeverlandBut my Neverland does not quite look the same
My Neverland is empty, lit with flames
In my Neverland I'm never heard nor seen
In my Neverland, I am alone with my sinsStruggling to find happiness in happy thoughts
Voices blame me, it's pain that I caught
I'm drowning in fire but they refuse to look
All I can do is put the pain in a bookAll these cure they tell me are their selfish lies
All their smiles are apathy in disguise
They want to be understood but nobody wants to understand
And I become the fire burning my Neverland
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryA collection of poems and life anecdotes by shehumustnotbenamed © All rights reserved. 2022.