As I lay there frozen
I start to think
Is there a world of make believe?
If there is why is it I can't see
This ever so wonderful world of make-believe
The lies are hidden
Secrets they keep
You see there is no perfect world of make-believe
At least not for me
So as I sit there crying
On the floor
You should remember
That for me there is no door
No door, that leads to the land of make-believe
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Changing Souls
PoetryThe thought that lingers, It never leaves. ● depressing poetry, trigger warning ●
