she closes her eyes and there's this world-
world of make-believe, right in front of her,
she knows it's not real, that it doesn't exist
but it doesn't stop her from dreaming about itshe lays awake every night,
wondering how she can change her life
but she doesn't know that it has already changed-
it did so the moment she begun dreamingshe dreams, every night-
about a world where she's happy,
a world where everything is alright
and she doesn't have to hide herselffor in that world,
there's nothing bringing her down,
in that world-
nobody is stopping her from being her
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Tattletale || Poetry
PoetryTattletale// a person, especially a child, who reveals secrets or informs on others should I speak or should I not a million words inside my head yet I cannot voice them out promise me you'll listen and then I'll tell you everything started 01/08...