
In my dreams, I am angry
My arms are lashing out
My hands outstretched to choke
My voice is filled with clout
In my dreams, I am strong
I have pride and self-esteem
I will fight for what I want
I will flail and kick and scream
In my dreams, I see them
Those who laugh when I'm not there
In my dreams, I cry
In life, I do not care
In life, it's full of neon pink
The broken sound of a numbing beat
I'm passed around like cherry pie
But really, I'm a piece of meat
In my dreams, a stark white
Water runs over stepping stones
In life, I drown in other people
In my dreams, I am alone
I compare both of my lives at dawn
And every morning I see
Although both places have their merit
In neither do I want to be.
About the Creator
Lauren Stones
Lives in London, dances a lot, acts and sings sometimes, writes and draws on occasion, generally just posts witty statuses and argues with right-wingers on social media.
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