I was the Girl

I'm living in a perfect world
one impossible to hate
one with golden roses
and a prince as my soul mate.

Everyone wears a smile
this is a world truly
from up above
no terrorists or racism
it seems that everyone is in love.

No teenage girls trying
to lose weight
just to look like an
unrealistic model
no men feeling empty
putting faith into the bottle.

No orphans or mistakes
everything perfect and kind
just perfection on earth
and two lovers entwined.

No falling angels
no tears in this world
all gracious deeds
have now been unfurled.

Water not wasted
and favours for friends
no bandaids needed
for there is no pain to mend.

Depression unheard of
your first kiss true love
wings of perfection
on that of a dove.

No girls crying lonely
forgotten in rooms
in this world of peace
there is no such thing as gloom.

So what are you thinking?
that I must be insane.
there is no death in my world
for everything will remain.

I was the girl
who was left all alone
my only friend a knife
living with a dad
who wears to much cologne.

I was the girl who
cut her fractured skin
knowing fully inside of me
there was no good within.

I was the girl
who stayed up late nights
just to wait for your call
it felt as if you would
pick me up
just so you could watch me fall.

I was the quiet girl
with that blade
all the blood that I shed
was meant to be paid.

So I created my perfect
make believe land
where everyone would care
and everyone would understand.

At last I decided
that this was my fate
to live in a land
that was perfect and great

I believed that this place
was a real place to live
for everyone who hurt me
I couldn't forgive.

I'm telling you, telling you!
this place is real
for happiness and contentment
is all that I feel.

I live in a land
of make believe hugs
with bunnies and rainbows

and everyone's on happy pills
everyone's on drugs.