every day is the same

the voices
which are so loud
and vibrant
wake me with their bickering

the birds
that are so far gone
and dead
wake me with their whining

my mind
that is never truly asleep
and is has never been sane
wakes me with screams

but it is all inside my head
no one hears the piercing noises
no one else hears the chaos
and the sorrow
they all envy me
they all want to be me

oh little rich girl
how lucky you are
you can wake with the sound of birds
at whatever time you desire

they believe
in fairytales
that only live inside their heads
that have been fed to them
over and over again

and i want to open my head
crack open my chest
i wish for them to listen
to my lonely mind
to my beating heart

i wish for them to realize
to open their eyes and see
that my face shines every time
from the kiss of fresh tears
and that my feet bleed
from the road filled with stones

because they all have the same
lurking man
haunting and mocking them
and for some wild reason
they believe that their little
rich girl
is safe and sound

wouldn’t it be funny
to see their faces
and hear their hearts
once they realize
that this fairytale
of happiness and sunshine
is nothing more than a demise
set up by the one and only
lurking man ?