Dreams Into Nightmares

Looking forward to the culmination of childhood dreams
Dreams turn into reality, but reality is twisted
Distortion comes unwelcome but it comes nonetheless
The days turn into weeks of tirelessly working
Weeks into months and years and time flies but you aren’t having fun

Exhausted.
The fatigue comes later, much later
When the dreams are unrecognizable and your heart beat slows
When recognition dawns and the curtain is drawn
The culmination of dreams that were never dreams
Never dreams, always nightmares

When this crazy stampede of people pass over and away
When staring eyes pierce into the insecurities of your sad, sad soul
Your dreams are of the light, your nightmares are of darkness
Its the thought that counts but you worked towards a goal that was never there

Your dreams become nightmares
And its unreachable, you are denied access to the one true desire of your heart
You change paths because its never too late
When dreams turn into reality and reality is a nightmare
Your are the dream, you live in the nightmare
The culmination of your twisted reality

What I Aim To Be

I need to get over you. I don’t wanna be your friend, and I don’t want to be her friend, I don’t want for you to be hers, for her to be yours. Who is she? She could be she, or any other she. Not when I’ve always wanted to work it out, for you to be my bumblebee. I want to look at you and feel nothing, I don’t want to imagine things that break my heart a million times a day. I don’t want to talk to you, with no reply. I don’t want to want to hear your voice. I don’t want to miss who you were to me. It’s been so long since I’ve looked up to you. Your opinion matters. I care what you think of me.. But I know that you don’t think of me, that I’m nothing, that I have been nothing and that hurts more than any spiteful word. Carefree. Not me, but what I aim to be.

I Can Be

Maybe I’m not beautiful; but to someone else, I can be. Maybe I’m not intelligent; but in some situations, I can be. And maybe I’m not good enough; but for someone else, I can be. Someday I’ll realize that the only person who’s opinion of me, matters to me, is my own. And you, my dear, are nothing but a hindrance.