HYPESEED

I try to imagine what it is like,
to feel like you,
to talk like you,
to love like you.
All I get in my mind is a picture of a little girl.
Naļvity is not a sin,
but why,
do you cry,
as reality comes crashing in ?
In my chest there is an empty space,
void,
replacing trust destroyed.
Always going too far,
to make sure you'll be noticed
You obviously never heard the story,
of the boy,
who cried wolf.
I know you read the story,
of the girl,
who lost her mind.
I know you'd like to play the lead,
but you failed the audition,
and the real world is beckoning with open arms.
Life welcomes losers,
and it’s begging you to stay.