Sweet Naive Dreams

My birthday is coming around.

Another age, when sometimes I just wanna fall.

All I want is to count the days until I can come home.

Feeling like a prisoner of my own misplaced doubt.

My struggles are real, but not seen.

Because I feel like all you want to do is fix me.

When you couldn't control me, you disowned me.

When you couldn't control my mind, you ghosted me.

I never asked to be born, all I ever wanted was to not feel alone anymore.

I feel this pain inside, but you make it about your pain not mine.

You make it impossible for me to say how I feel.

When I do my make voice vocal you leave me alone.

You ask about me, when I just want to be absent from your mind.

You don't know me.

All my feelings are is a toy, and a prize you can't claim.

I'm the trash you can't recycle.

This cat-and-mouse game is over, but old habits die hard.

A dream I will never have is a mother who cares.

The door which was ajar is now closed.

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