I am someone who always seems to express myself better when I'm not allowed to ramble on and on. The fact is that I am struggling, and I am trying to hold in to hope that I will not always be stuck here on my own, but it's getting harder.


I'm not a delusional girl,
I know that I can't have the world.
But try as I might,
To keep up the fight,
The walls, they close in,
And all I have is this pen.

I know there is no happily ever after,
And what you do in your life really matters.
But I continue to walk through the crowd,
With my head bowed.
No one sees me, hears me, cares for me.
Alone is all it appears I will ever be.

For as much as I know Happily Ever After
Will never be mine.
I also know that I will never even get my
Once Upon A Time.