She was a naive dreamer
and her head was filled with thoughts and dreams
that were impossible to the world.
But oh, she was just a little girl
lost in her head, lost in her own little world
where fairy tales and happy endings came true.
She hid from the world
from hatred and sorrow,
from angry men and the violence they brought.
She hid from everything.
She hid from reality.
She found peace and happiness only in one place.
Her mind.
So there she stayed and there she roamed
dreaming, with her head above the clouds
and her feet lifted off the ground.
But no one would tell her
that it was all an illusion
that it will never be real
no matter how much she wanted it to be.
She was a naive dreamer,
and no one wanted to break her fragile, little heart
by bringing her into a world
that was only one thing to her;
hell.