she waited for her prince charming
to swoop in and take her away
from the cruel world
from the voices in her head
that battered her body
and shattered her mind

she waited for her dreams to come true
to show her the good in the world
and to show her that not all was wrong
that his touch would be right
but the only thing that would touch her
was the metal and flame
from her mind

as beautiful as a canary
she flies to the treetops
as happy as can be
she has no reason
but that she can soar
away from her reality

but this is not true
as she is falling
from the clouds
past the trees
what she wanted
she was not a canary

and the shaded sky glares
down at her breathless body
fallen from her  perfect dream
she thinks her last thought
she is not a soaring canary
this is her reality