This is the point at which the illusion shattered
I don't remember being told that adulthood would mean stability
But somehow I always believed that they weren't like this.  
I don't believe I am an anomaly
I don't know one person who hasn't been ****** up in one way or anther
Words that once stung my ears are numb now
And it's been the very thing in which I was taught to have pride  
That has done me the most damage.

My mirror is lined with lights
Like at the cabaret
So I can pretend as I sit and put my face on
That the world is my stage
And as I step out of my bedroom door
It is the stage lights which blind me
And the roar of an awaiting audience which bursts my eardrums.

As a child I used to watch the people in the streets
As they went about their daily business
Some rushing,
Some meandering,
Some chatting with friends
and others just taking the air
And it looked like it were some ballroom routine
A perfectly choreographed flash mob of people
Each movement completely planned and controlled
As though there were giants up above playing with us like dolls.
What a merciless force my giant toys with

They say breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck
I should be so lucky
This was the year when my illusion shattered
And here I am picking up pieces of broken glass
Each shard making its own incision on my fingertip
While my hands leave a trail of blood behind, covering everything I touch.
Memories are tainted red, but this does not smell like roses.

I grew up in a meadow;
Dandelions to catch my falls she told me everything will be okay
And she tried to teach me to love who I will become
We can be there for each other she said we will all come out the other side strong.
Now I live in a world filled with words;
Like vines, they grow sharp and thorny in nature
Big words which were once too hard to swallow are now the daily pills of this existence
I grew up in a meadow
And I am just now realising
That I was raised a lamb.

Now I am put to the slaughter.