This was supposed to be my Fairyland
Realised that I was wrong,
When it turned out to be a Wasteland
Sometimes I feel I made a mistake
Coming here and getting wasted
It's like a prison I can't escape
Making me feel so helpless and paralysed
But somewhere in my heart I know
That it's all paranoid
Like a twisted dream
And I'll come out alive
Little did I know about the angels
That are by my side
I've waited too long
And now it's time
To turn this hell into a Wonderland.
YOU ARE READING
The Wasteland
PoetryWhat do you do when you are frustrated? Well I write something like this! Hope you like it :)
