Secret Dreams

Unhappy with the world she lives, the writer fabricates a "secret" world.

My life is a scar
In a world of perfection
I blame my secret

So I cross the bridge
To keep another secret
In my secret life

I watch the horrors
Memories spit fire at me
And I blink back tears

I can see my world
It’s a paradise of lies
Nothing will change that

It grows hazy now
I can feel the ground sink and
Give beneath my boots

I have awoken
My dreams come crashing down now
Burning to nothing