Freedom from Hell

I've returned form Never Land,

To the place where you're told how to dream.

I've never enjoyed it here.

These sadistic people who want me to think,

Think just like them.

Into the melee I sink.

They smile at me,

The evil brutes.

Telling me the lies of society.

It is a war on forgotten dreams.

A struggle to be who you are.

When everyone around you looks the same.

It is driving me crazy.

Twelve long years of this hell I have suffered.

If I don't escape back to Never Land,

I believe I will go mad.

I can't forget who I am.

This person who has dreams of her own.

I will not be like them.

A clone of the people around me.

I must wait only a short time.

Before I am free to be,

me.

 

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