We feel our fear
We think our thoughts
We push and act like...
We belong
Even though,
We know we don't.
We picture perfect lives
Without thinking,
Thinking of reality.
When we were young we were taught
That fairytales were true
But look around,
Were is my fairytale?you might ask.
And then we step out of the darkness,
And look around,
But this time even closer,
And now,
Everything IS perfect,
It just takes some time to realize it.
