I don't believe in fate
The omens do not control my life
The lines in my hands are merely lines
The marks on my body tell the real story

My hair is long the perfect mask
I have pictures of things that could never last
Time is a monster it devours me whole
I cling to precious seconds before they are gone

When a smile is all that I have left to wear
The empty compliments are so easy to accept
But what is the point when all I feel is contempt
How is self pity ever acceptable

Books are my friends I am torn between pages
When I can live a life I know will end happily ever after
But when I am forced to return to the world I dwell in
How can I not break from the stress

I am real you cant press me between pages
I am something that wont last I will fade
Like flowers trampled under foot in a glade
Just more earth turned over with a *****

When I regret the words I continue to say
Waiting and hoping for the end of the day
How do I grow with no sun love or water
I am a piece of clay left to dry without potter

When the fairytale ends and I am faced with reality
When people are forced to accept the real me
When bold words come from foolish hearts
When I end where I wanted to start

Then I am truly only and at peace
Then I am forced to face the beast