Wake Up

It’s a funny thing how they call us unique But then turn around and hand us a rag of defeat There eyes bleed through me like delicates on whites Little did I know they were the thieves in the night I caught her sneaking out my window She came back and asked, “Can I borrow a pencil?” Then it hit me. I was robbed. I leaped on my own two feet, not willing to accept this defeat I was going to take back what was mine What made me whole and left me undefined Leaped through a window already broken I needed some comfort so I grabbed a token Like I needed to pay for this crazy ride I allowed myself to get on I said it’s too high but the wind blew my words to the sky I ran, and I ran, and I ran I was so cold You could see my footprints if it snowed I caught up to her and tackled her to the ground My hands could barely touch what I had found It was me, alone and afraid and I was tired, so tired Yet I held myself down That is, until reality came around