when you said nothing would happen.
You scolded me as I insisted.
I wanted to fly,
but you reminded me of my mortality.
I'm susceptible to death,
but I can know and forget by tomorrow.
On those steps, I cried.
You told me all of it was just futile, your words were unforgiving and brutal.
I wanted to pick daises, run thoughtlessly through the corn mazes.
I was so juvenile, but you witnessed my happiness die.
I know of a girl,
her heart is flooded by tears
while she motionlessly shakes with fear.
She stares into air,
believing in a world of nowhere.
Magic and mystery,
some hope to carry her away from her misery.
The girls at school ignore her,
raise their nose and ignorantly think better.
She peers into a broken mirror,
shattered by her own terror.
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