She dreamed that anything could happen.
She thought the world had magic.
That the stars really do grant wishes.
She knew for a fact that the brightest star led to Neverland.
And that somewhere deep under the sea mermaids lived.
She prayed every night that she could wake up with a mermaid tail.
That Peter Pan would take her away where no one leaves her.
She wanted a prince to save her from an eternal slumber with just one kiss.

But they told her that she needed to grow up.
They told her that stars were just ***** of fire in the sky.
They said that the bright star was a planet and thinking it was Neverland was nieve.
That mermaids weren't real because it wasn't a realistic thought.
And wanting Peter Pan to take her away was just plain stupid.
And princes don't exist anymore.

They broke her to fit into society's mold.
Dreaming was just for people who were already famous.
Thinking like that would just let her down in the end.
They broke her heart.
"Society doesn't have room for people like you," They told her.

She no longer wishes on stars.
She knows that mermaids aren't real.
She is certain that if Neverland was real Peter Pan would never come for someone who no longer believes in the magic of this world.

But everyone has to grow up sometime right?

No amount of showers in the world could rid me of the feeling of not

belonging, feeling out of place, wanting to disappear into the

wallpaper.

Wanting to wrap myself up in bubble wrap to protect my heart from

the comments and stares and courtesy smiles.

But he tells me its okay to unwrap my raw, bruised heart.

He tells me that I do belong,

I fit into this place just as well as anyone.

Despite the screaming voices in my head I continue to shower and

unwrap my heart.

I am scared but that doesn't mean I won't try.