Lie to yourself
and say everything will be okay

Then,
cry your eyes out...
till night fades to day.

And though the sun rises,
it's still dark...
for you have an unfixable heart.

Broken by so many people along the way
living this life...
making you not want to stay.

"Dream big," they say.
But! within the guidelines we provide for you, of course.
Here, look at these options we have for you!

You could be a teacher,
marry your husband
have kids
oh! and don't forget the white picket fence!

OR you could be a doc- umm nurse
marry your husband
have kids
oh! and don't forget the white picket fence!

OR you could be a stay at home mom,
marry a rich husband
have kids
OH!! and don't forget the
white.
picket.
fence.
So many sociably acceptable choices :)

Well,
To me this isn't "Dreaming big."
This is, "Dream what will be easiest in life."
This is, "Dream what we want you to dream."
This is, "Dream, but, not really."
And you know what i say to that??
I'll burn down a thousand white picket fences just to be able to dream!

That old american white picket fence, it
confines
blocks and
retrains
any of the dreams I had, have, or am going to have.

The fetter of my life,
a white picket fence.

Silently we crawl along these days from sun rise to set.
Holding onto our desperate pleas for help,
Crushing others we've only met.

Animals we are,
the worst of any kind.
For feeling we have,
which leaves us blind.

Human,
no word can hold so much beauty.

Human,
no word can hold so much disgust.

A world of pain...is what we've made.
That is why some choose not to stay.

You cannot see who I am,
the girl inside
who doesn't, who won't
run and hide.
Isn't weak, meek
or too afraid to speak.
Who won't let people get her down,
the only girl who wouldn't let you push her around.

You cannot be who I am,
for I am above your immaturity
a place you've never known....
or will ever know!
But will search for so you can at least
catch a glimpse of where I am.
Life goes up and down,
and all around.
But you?
You'll stay the same...
with only your hopeless self to blame.

You cannot love who I am,**
the artistic young poet who breaths life into words,
or the object meant for looks and never to be heard?
I am not yours to hold,
to mold.
to ultimately destroy
I will NOT be someones mute toy.
Fight back I will...
until the end of my days,
for I already know,
you'll never change your ungodly ways.

You cannot hold who I am.
You cannot see who I am
You cannot touch who I am
You cannot love who I am
You cannot be who I am
AND you cannot TAKE who I am!

For I am me...
and you don't even know *who she is.