Real

i'm on the sidelines trying to be free,

needing sprout my own wings,

can't seem to fly away on my own,

left all alone,

 

it's all a life that you live,

but it's a fantasy I recieve,

you make it seems so easy,

but there's more than this I believe,

 

the stars need darkness to shine,

could my fantasy really be mine,

please say it's not a lie,

there's soo much darkness in real life, why?

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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