Focus young one.
What is the problem?
Is it the fact that you're a child?
One that people are eager to corrupt.
Life is a nightmare and a sparkly dream.
Like a rhinestone on a funeral suit.
You're the small rhinestone on the suit.
The small star in the night sky.
Oh young one, you don't realize.
You smile, but why?
Everyone else isn't.
Everyone swims with the fishes.
You're a goldfish in a sea of dolphins.
With the inability to stand up to the storms.
Bones so small and fragile.
You lack everything you thought you had.
What now young lady?
Now that you realize your talent is a mirage?
Afterall, aren't you the goldfish.
Suffering from sympathy and a feeble mind.
Is it everyone else who beholds the problem?
Or is it you missy?
There's something about you that's different.
...You're not as big as you think you want to be.
...you're small...and that's all you'll ever be...
