You saw me as a star with great potential,
You were fascinated, even intrigued.
You sculpted me in the image you like
And even venerated me like an altar.
You molded me to become like you
Your mirror in every step of the way.
All along you pulled the strings
And I followed as your minion.
You thought I was different
For I was your hope for a legacy.
So imagine the disappointment you felt
Upon learning that your creation was a mistake.
I guess that’s just the way I am built
Created to become perfectly imperfect.
I never disguised my scars from the start
But you refused to see the monster that was in front of you.
And that’s when I decided to end
The game I keep playing for you.
So that I can finally say
That I hate feeling this way
Yet it seems that it’s my fate.
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.