My waunderland

by ashley buzzard   Feb 8, 2006


What do i do
i feel so blue
everyone looking down on me
i feel like i cant follow my dreams
no one can see
except for what it seems
i feel like I'm reaching out
as if I'm a flower trying to sprout
but no ones taking my hand
no one showing me the way
i go off to my own wounder land
were its anything i cant say
its were i can break free
and everyone can see
what it is thats truly me
i like that place
cause i don't have to hide my face
i can do anything
no one to put me down
i can have something
there I'm a princess
with my own little crown
but once again reality sinks in
theres a fine line between thick and thin
i then can see
that dreams were meant for sleeping
myself i can no longer be
inside is were I'm keeping
never letting go
still i fantasize though
wishing and praying
something will come
no longer will i just be laying
ill take it no matter who its from
all the shame, paranoia, distractions
i wont even worry about it
maybe one day i can be happy
finding my dreams awakening

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