EutopiaPosted: September 13, 2015
She was a little girl
Happy in her own world
Caught in the middle of things
Unaware of the dangers hidden beneath.
She was walking on a thread
With hope in heart
But only got tears to shed
For the wonderful dream she had.
She grew up feeling distant
Feeling like the outcast
In an already perfect world
Of flattery and pretense.
Maybe she never grew up
Who knows what the girl had become
Because she’s already been broken
Many times for a lifetime to last.
The world has slowly eaten her heart
Reminded her of how cruel life can be
Just a prey in the midst of giants
A toy for their enjoyment.
Maybe she’s just living
Like the shadow of ghosts
But she’s brave enough to know
That paradise is just an ideal world.