I’m a girl living life in her own illusion.
I come into the world from time to time,
but really I’m just a dreamer.
I think I have found the perfect balance between truth and lies.
Reality and fiction.
I am not perfect.
I’ve made mistakes.
I’ve learned what is safe and what is not.
I push boundaries.
I have fire in me.
I evoke emotion in me.
I will make you feel, perhaps too much.
I will never take no for an answer.
What is real to me, is real, even if you disagree.
And you always disapprove.
Perception is always reality.
I will eventually find my voice,
although I’m sure you will complain that it is too loud.
The resilience you loved about me,
will eventually be worn down until there’s nothing left.
So I stay safe inside my four walls.
In this life I’ve built for myself and my own.
I know not to go too far.
Not just yet.
But to wait.
Gasping, struggling, fighting.
Never giving up.
Able to emerge one day,
With a voice ready to be heard.
Finally making my illusion, my reality.
