looking into the show

She drifts off to sleep and see's a window
she realizes that this is a show
describing her life and how it flows
The good and the bad, the laughs and the blows

They look at her family the obvious here
Mom and the dad who don't say as much as I'm home dear
Her sister honest, loyal, and true
But ignorance and innocence like her's is few

At school she is loved but just about all
And after she is playing sports will the ball
Her feelings she never lets go
None of those friends has seen the real show

She keeps quiet when it comes to her issues
Always the one to offer but never take a tissue
Her conscience is clean but her heart is in pieces
The drama surrounding is never ceasing

She fights and rebels with the cliques and the lies
And all who know her say she will do this till she dies
Her mind is always on never ending path
But woe to those who invoke her wrath

She steps to the window to get a better view
And into a hole she falls like a popped balloon

She wakes with a start and cannot remember

The dream that's her life in this November