Glass Treehouse
Longing for the day
I get to reinstate myself as something bigger,
something brighter
Knowing nothing is guaranteed
I’d like to think
I could conform to the latest niche taking me over
But she’s not real,
You made it up
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried
But I feel so broken standing here
Pretending to be calm and collected
When she reappears
She will take notice
As you’re standing there calm and collected
And when I redefine myself
As something better than I’ve ever been before
I can’t wait
‘Till I can face myself without closing my eyes
Or turning away
But she’s not real,
You made it up!
She couldn’t hurt you if she tried
But I don’t know the world anymore
And I feel so broken standing here
Longing for the day
I get to reinstate myself
As something bigger,
Something brighter
Than I’ve ever been before
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2023
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