Her reality
Perfection was never meant for her to own
It was a desire she couldn't leave alone
Not for ignorance, but for the idea of hope
It was her favourite kind of trope
It was a life that made her want to elope
That fantasy was her only way to cope
She wasn't a naive dreamer, that was a life she couldn't afford
She was realistic, she knew there was no reward
That for her reality could not be ignored
She learned that lesson from young
She needed an escape, a distraction
One that didn't involve a mirror and her reflection
One where life entrusted her with acceptance
One where she could hide from her blackness
I wish she knew it was never her fault, just the world's reaction
Maybe then her biggest enemy wouldn't have been her complexion
Her differences were minor, but the world made them bigger
Her skin, to them, a trigger
To shoot the word ''
A word that became a killer
She silenced herself to survive -
A world that wouldn't care if she died
A world that would laugh if she cried
A world that became a coward to her attempted suicide
Does the girl get a happy ending
Do they exist for girls like her
Will she ever find happiness
Or is that just a fantasy
She wishes she knew
She wishes she'd have a clue
The truth
Is for her everytime good happens, life steals it away
Everytime bad happens life let's it stay
She wonders if it is a sign
That maybe it's her time
She's realistic enough
To know the lies of happily ever after
But deep, deep down
She wishes life, for her, would be different
She is not healed
She is not broken
But she is both wound and scar
And that makes her human
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