And so the duckling turned
into the swan
not entirely sure
the road she was on
every compliment
a poisonous snake
sinking it's sickly smile
into every Beat
beat
break
of her heart
every smile's a spark
a flame that can't be ignited
her mind it can't be untied it
just goes to show you
the lengths they will go to
to feel like they belong
this is no dream
this is no song
but doesn't it seem like
that's the road she's on
she'll break like a toothpick
unable to cool it
tells herself
just to move it
unable to believe
the lies she's been told
how can this be real
we're all just growing old