Daydream or nightmare?
This fantasy of mine
That won't disappear.
Here I stand on a stage
In front of the world
All eyes on me
Waiting
Watching
Listening
For what I have to say,
What I want to give to the world.
Sometimes I sing
And that's when I know
It's not real
Because I'm not a singer
And this isn't a concert.
It never will be.
But sometimes
I speak
Soft and scared
Whispering those secret words
The world needs to hear.
In that moment
I don't know
How far off I am
From the truth.
One day
Maybe they'll listen
And I'll be willing to share.
Fantasy or nightmare
I hope one day I'll be there.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
