She was the princess of her own world
An escape from what she was told
She didn't like the work or so it would seem
She was always told she was living in a dream
But thats just the thing you see
She didn't like the person she was meant to be
A cold clone made from her face
Her soul had to be replaced
She didn't like living in the mother machine
But it seemed the world just accepted it as routine
How do you change a world that has grown blind
When no one cares about what they could find
If they dug beyond the surface
See the translucent metamorphosis
But we all just stare at each other's broken bodies
We sing broken melodies
Of a world that's broken
And this princess cannot be awoken
She hides in her head
Wishing she was dead
Because the world made her feel different and unwanted
And her temporary bridges never lasted
She pulled the wool so tight over her eyes
And one day she became one with the lies
It pulled so tight
That she went blind
Her world disintegrated
Her childish memories faded
And she became the clone
Her soul became it's home
If someone had just told her it was okay
Her dreams didn't have to stay away
But she was surrounded by clones
And since she could remember she was alone.
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
