I go out into the world.
To stores and parks and gatherings.
I see a married couple.
Or hear a baby cry.
And i start to think how nice it would be.
To be the one in the white dress.
To hear my baby's first words.
To have someone to fall asleep to.
To wake up next to.
But then reality hits.
No one will ever marry me
And my body will not carry a baby.
So i pack up these hopes and dreams.
I put them in a small box.
Up on the top shelf.
For no one to see.
And i'll put on a smile.
And pretend like it's ok.
And when i crawl in bed at night.
All alone with no one to hold.
No one to tell me it'll all be alright.
I cry.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PuisiThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
