I am wedged in the dead center of no man's land
For reasoning I'd rather not explain
But because I felt that I had the right that I am supposed to be loved
Failing to grasp the disappointment of expectations
But the realization of this fairy tale idea is confined within the sphere of my fantasies
molded behind my forehead which no person can see
Somehow I find that not everyone is allowed that right
And once I come to that understanding
I will still never find peace within myself
But rather clarity
Of things I thought to be true.
