She lives a life of pretend fantasies.
She twirls in her private kingdom of solitude.
Then, a door slams.
Screaming commences.
She stays in her land and hums to herself.
She was used to the sounds.

She prances in her kingdom.
A crown made of dreams apparent upon her head.
Glass breaks and windows shake in fear.
She keeps prancing and hums to herself.
She was used to the sounds.

She lies awake on her satin pillow.
A broken heart shatters in her soul.
Tears of silver stream as the door opens wide.
She closes her eyes and hums to herself.
She was used to the sounds.

Her eyes open once again.
She glances around and smiles for the first time.
This land she dreams of is no longer a fantasy.
She spins and twirls.
Her wide eyes gleaming with joy as she hums to herself.
She was not used to these sounds.
These sounds of pure happiness and love that filled her kingdom.
Her now real fantasy.