Hopefulness

Dream Come True

I would get up and start my day,

Tired of the usual way.

Wanting to see something fresh.

Wanting to be the best.

I was determined not to die a mystery.

I needed my moment. My history.

I needed to be remembered.

To be noticed, and never surrendered.

But them.

They got up, and clung to their habits.

They're in love with their same social status.

They insisted on keeping me down.

They played like I was a playground.

They played rough as they shoved me around.

I was screaming but not making a sound....

Then I found....

 I wasn't who they said I was.

They didn't know me.

They tried to hide me away because,

They never knew me.

They tried to confuse me,

To make me lose me,

But God had me,

And I'm set free...

They see.

Now, I write and they crowd, gawking.

Now I sing and they stop mocking.

Now I draw and they start applauding.

I am me, but they still don't see.

They never knew me.

Nobody has said a mean word.

Not in the shallow, is it heard.

My family supports me.

I'm stuck, transporting.

I'm handed out and spread, like butter at the table.

The dream is outside of my head, as I am finally able.

Finally people fall to my feet.

I'm someone that everyone wishes to meet.

Finally everyone knows my whole name.

Finally I am assured of my fame...

And I'm not happy.

Because nobody knows me. 

They hear me sing and they smile,

But they didn't catch the lyrics.

They read what I write, but all the while,

They are stuck in the rhymes, not the spirit.

They see what I draw and they stand in awe,

But they mistook my blood stains for a flaw...

I knew they were there,

But they didn't care...

They just want some talent to envy.

They just want the fame and the money.

I don't have the money.

I don't want the fame.

I'm not really funny.

I now hate my name.

They all love me,

...But not one knows me.

My dream is a nightmare come true.

I hate it. I have one that's new.

I want to become less than a memory.

Don't remember me.

I give up this name, so please lose me.

Someone suggested me.

You didn't choose me.

I've become more in your mind than I'll ever be.

I don't want this. I'm scared of my legacy.

My new dream is to never exist.

Someone else take my skill.

I swear no one can ever be ready for this.

This urge to kill.... 

See. They read it but they don't let it sink in.

They 'feel' it, but it's resting on thick skin.

They ask me if I'm okay,

But they wouldn't have me any other way.

They don't want me better, They just don't want me dead.

They just want me to share what I hide in my head.

They all truly love me...

But is there anyone who sees?

Nobody. Really. Knows. Me.

So, you wanted to remember me?

You cling to my name?

I'm broken, and shattering.

My pieces you claim.

I've made a mistake.

I hate all this shame.

I feel like a fake,

And I won't be the same.

But I'm not faking,

You just don't know me.

You can remember me, you have your wish.

But listen, get ahold of this...

I wanted to be forgotten and I can.

You'll never know me for who I really am.

A dream come true, for me, and for you.