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Sarah May 8
From playing house to paying bills,
from being a princess to being seen lika thing.
Is the world I have grown up in been a farce or does the reality of the real world seem to escape me?

Have I been lied to and thrown into the land of fantasy, or was it a necessity to shield me from my ultimate reality?
I feel like Alice in Wonderland, although instead of a hat through which I can return to my world, I am stuck in this nightmare

Tiaras an teacups have been
replaced by meaningless jobs and illusions of freedoms.

Work hard , they say, but stay feminin.
Be independent, but not to masculine.
Hate men, for they are the enemy,
but pay attention and smile when they have seniority.

Little girl grows up to be defined by her titles: a mother, a wife, a daughter
but all she dreams of is being a princess of her own Castle.
Sarah May 6
If the world was to perish,
I would gladly watch it burn.
As the burning fire scorches and leaves no one behind.
Maybe that would be the solution and a mercy for all mankind

They say death is the worst of evils,
but there is one thing that's worse.
Nursing your children to bed as the bombs begin to burst.

Only a few seconds and everything is gone.
A whole family torn apart for a promise of your safety and any excuse for war.

As the blood begins to dry and time goes swiftly by.
The blood that was once shed becomes old tales for people who don't reflect.
Compassion is lost on those who don't reflect.

— The End —