'sometimes.
when I'm bored.
I like to pretend.
that the day never ends.
I'm a swan that's drifting.
in the lake.
disappearing.
I was once an ugly duckling.
never fitted in.
so memorizing.
no one recognized me.
in my pure white glow.
caught their attention
like moths to the flame.
now everyone wants to be my friend.
same old story.
same tiring motivation.
they use to whisper
behind my back.
and they think
I'm going to be their
personal fool.
they got it wrong.
I never wanted to be
a symbol of pure beauty.
a silhouette painted onto every star.
if they only knew.
I hear voices in the air.
promises of the past.
nostalgic memories.
I miss the times,
where words didn't cut me.
tempted by these empty whispers.
and that's where I hope my open eyes.
reality opened the blinds.
I'm still so alone.
not even those promises,
can erase what's been done.'