Every Day

Once upon a time there was a little girl. 
This little girl has always had big dreams 
That she was so sure she was going to accomplish. 
So she worked hard, not very hard but hard enough, 
To make her dream come true. 
She worked hard to make her parents happy, 
So she could make them proud. 
She grew up, she got older, 
And she began to realize she never worked hard enough. 
Her parents were never proud of her 
And every accomplishment S
he thought she had the right to be proud of 
Was only scams from people 
Trying to take advantage of her dreams. 
She sits on college classes and doesn't do well. 
She doesn't like to get out of bed 
Because no matter how hard she tries 
She never makes her parents proud. 
She watches her dreams start to slowly wither 
And begin to die as she began to age 
With the changing times. 
She realized there was no place for dreamers in this world. 
So she would stay in bed and sleep, 
Stay where the dreams still matters, 
And hide there. 
She hid away from people 
And secluded herself from human contact. 
She even began to fear human contact 
Knowing they would only see how worthless 
She was in these changing times. 
As much as she loves to dream, 
She does not like sleeping much, 
Because she knows that if she goes to bed 
Another day will come, 
Another day will pass, 
And her dreams will only continue to die. 
She cries easily 
Because she knows that she is a failure. 
She knows that deep down she will not move people 
With her words, with her dreams, 
And that makes her cry. 
She cries all the time 
Knowing her dreams are dying before her. 
She knows that the love 
She dreams about will never find her 
And that she does not want to find it 
Out of fear of being hurt. 
She is a sad little girl 
With dying dreams. 
She does not like looking the mirror, 
She hates what she looks like. 
She could be skinnier, 
She could be prettier, 
She feels like her entire life 
Is all "could be's" that she can never live up to. 
Every day, 
She watches her dreams die, 
Every day, 
She watches them get further 
And further away as she simply 
"Exists" in this world. 
There is no place for a dreamer 
In these times 
And she knows that. 
Yet this sad, little girl, 
This failure, this dreamer, 
Cannot accept this reality. 
She cries herself to sleep at night 
And dreams, 
Dreams of a time and place W
here she will feel at peace 
And where she can make her dreams 
Come true 
When deep down she knows
That a dream will always be just that. 
A dream 
And dreams do not come true, 
Nor are they real 
And they never will be. 


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