I read, I write about fairytales
The stories of an altered life inside my head
They sing of shame and cry for glory
When in the end it’s just three dots
I’ll spare you the details of a young girl’s life
The sick twisted day dreams she has had
I’ll sing to you about the simpler things in life
And not about the good or about the bad
Sweet sweet dreams to childish ambition
And goodbye to the monsters under my bed
I write about the reality that is around me
I’ll whisper terrors about new monsters in my head
I once saw the trees in my neighborhood as a play ground
Then I only saw them as paradise shade from the summer’s sun
But now I see them for what they really are
And that is simply firewood or a decoration for parks everywhere
Goodbye holidays with grandma and friends
And Christmas presents under the tree and still not wrapped inside the car
Hello to quarrels and running off in bitter strife
The pain of sitting in the bedroom due to family against family
Emergency room visits because some often go too far.
I won’t ask you not to believe
But sometimes it gets too hard for me.
Is it experience that causes me to go blind?
Or is that I close my eyes so I can’t see
I’ll write a song about the streets in my town
I’ll sing it here while no one is around
Maybe I will find it again.
The thing that kept me from giving in
It’s not a lack of belief in the mighty creator above
It’s all the pain of the reality that is below
And here we are singing songs and writing tales
About demons and angels that we pull from the back of our minds
In attempt to ignore all the ones that are really around
Falling in to the belief that if it can’t photographed
Or seen, it’s not real if it doesn’t make a sound
So goodbye to the fairytales from when I was ten
I bid farewell also to the many friends that I may never see again
And hello to the nightmares that can’t be seen
But for now I will simply write about the in between
I won’t write about the good
About the evil in this world
Just about the colors of my shirt
And how the gravels smell rises when waters hit the ground.
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