Imprints on my wing, i cannot fly…

tear ducts exhausted, i cannot cry.

Heroes put on pedestals, now slither in the grass.

Wake up making choices, as if they are my last.

How can we ever feel vulnerable, when vultures sit outside our gate?

Those who say they love us, struggle to conceal their hate.

Falling back, arms wide open…hoping to break my fall.

I’m still falling, no ones there…eyes clenched tight throughout it all.

Shadows loom and spectate…am I the only light?

Manage to smile and share what’s left of love…this is how i’ll fight.

What is trust? What is hope? When everyone you look out for, has left you by yourself?

Hidden agendas, selfish ambition, insincere efforts to offer you help.

I tremble in this world, I feel like I do not belong.

Caged bird, defeated, has lost her joyful song.

I want to shake this feeling, this can’t be the “real world”.

And if it is, I’ll wallow in story tales of a naive little girl.