If I were to be completely honest
I dont tell the people in my life about my poetry
I guess it's much easier to take criticism from strangers

I dream of pricking my thumb upon a star
Of dancing with faeries in forest
Of flying among the birds and clouds
However
only when I tell people I want to live happy and free forever
That I want a truly deep and wonderful love that will last forever
Do they tell me that now
I am truly dreaming

I like to think pretty girls are the luckiest
Because everyone notices them
But perhaps its me who is lucky
For not a soul notices me
And what's luckier then having the power
Of invisibility

I look back at my poetry
The ones about sunshine
Strawberrys
And fresh breezes
To remind myself
That at some point
I was truly happy

My voice seems
Perpetually
Forever
Lost
Among the chorus
Because no one can hear just one voice
My voice
When everyone is screaming too

Let me build a magical world
Out of that madness of yours.