The Sky Doesn't Pressure Me

Once Upon A Time

Opening an old story book

I finally left my cage and gave it a look

Warmth fills me up inside

The outside walls look so aesthetic at night

For I was kept in a plaster box my whole life

and I've learned to scrape heat from windowsill wildlife

and memories from the idyllic writings of some mans wife

Closing my eyes, deja vu mistakes my daydreams for real

I've pushed my thoughts to a hopeless romantics ideal

Clouded with glass heels clicking, magic, ballroom dancing

It's hard not to drown in this blooming season of April  

Finding the lost woods where I hide from the devil

Wondering why we admire the sunset as it is 

but we try and change everything else

My heart, the ribbon of attachments prepare me for these battles

but I realize changing the worlds version of beauty

Takes an army, because we've learned to hate our bodies

Ever since barbie

Ever since fairy tales never made the fat girl a princess

We've been hiding, waiting for our body to reach the wishlist's

I snap close the story book for it wasn't honest

Though for many years it gave me hope for existence,

Idealizing this life shattered my confidence

After all, time isn't real

and they always begin with once upon