Sweet Dreams

Every single morning
When I get out of bed,
I have to put my mask on,
I have to pick my smile.

And every single night,
Before I go to sleep,
I reveal my tears of hidden pain,
I hear my heart break once again.

Ive faced too many fears
To have sweet dreams at night,
So its reality or nightmares,
And I Can't decide whats best.

Ive so far lived a short life,
And its not yet too convincing,
That life is some fantastic privilege|_
Live each day like its your last?

And apparently thats what I've done,
Being r a p e d and constantly beaten...
So many days I thought would be my last,
But not yet am I defeated.

A thousand judging eyes,
Melt my heart each day,
Almost like a laser,
I can feel them watch my soul.

I wake up every morning,
In a cold sweat and crying,
Start the day off scared,
Of the visions that night held.

And each night before I go to sleep,
I wish upon a shooting star,
I pray that all the other girls,
Are having beautiful dreams.

(C) Lucy Green