I found solace in my deepest thoughts but nightmares beneath your streams and I think you choked me with a dreamcatcher just to take away all of those dreams
I wished only the freedom to be completely myself so you hid me out of sight at the back of your dusty shelf
You dressed our house of horrors with tasteless macabre interior but it was not my fault that I made you feel inferior
I was locked, tied and bolted from within our doors for you I sat and I wimped and begged on all fours
but you forgot to bolt shut the rear door so tonight I dance around the garden with the fairies because you cannot hide me anymore