The world used to be hers.
On top of her Wendy house, she soared so brave
Until her childhood almost got snatched. At 8 years,
She had stepped past the gate.
Standing there, frozen, wide-eyed by a stranger's car
Until her mother's scream
And the loud screech of tires,
She realized she was a prey. Always had been.
So she ran back inside,
Barricading herself
Behind tall walls, moldy,
Fears and toxicity.
It's no haven to hide,
But it was her safe hell.
When the predators and
Fatal venoms are known,
Sometimes it could even
Looks like a loving home.
Hopeless people can always fool themselves, can't they?
Seasons passed with the years.
She grew up into a top student, mind sharpened.
The teachers declared with that, the world could be hers,
Once she stepped outta there.
But first, she had to brave aisles of sneers and treason.
Down judging glares so loud,
Standing, burning crimson,
She realized she was an outcast. Always would.
So she ran back inside,
Barricading herself
Behind tall walls, moldy,
Fears and toxicity.
It's no haven to hide,
But it was her safe hell.
When the predators and
Fatal venoms are known,
Sometimes it could even
Looks like a loving home.
Mad people can always fool themselves, can't they?
To think her ancestors had stood so brave to step
Past mountains and barbwires,
In a world that wasn't theirs.
All for her to inherit fears and cries of fires.
So she ran back inside,
Barricading herself
Behind tall walls, moldy,
Fears and toxicity.
It's no haven to hide,
But it was her safe hell.
When the predators and
Fatal venoms are known,
Sometimes it could even
Looks like a loving home.
Mad people can always fool themselves, can't they?
And now, I haven't dared to jump through hoops in so long.
So I find my escape
In a world of my own,
Where I can still cry, burn, stand, soar... on top so brave.
Two weeks ago, I went to the Eras tour, and seeing the head of the Tortured Poets Department got me inspired. The words flowed naturally, and I needed to write them down.
So I hope you'll like this little Shooting star 🌠, and if so, don't forget to vote ⭐ and comment all your thoughts!
PS: Does someone know how to go back in time and take me back to my concert please? 😭
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Shooting Stars
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