Sometimes I feel
I don't belong
And being here
Just feels so wrong.
From deep inside 
A quiet moan.
And all I want 
Is to go home. 

I get nervous.
I don't know why,
And all I seem
to do is cry. 
It's dark and wet
And hard and old.
And all I do
Is what I'm told.

The world is there.
It's big and bright.
But all I see 
Is empty night.
Nightmares and fear
And evil queens
Are all I have
In place of dreams. 

But someday soon,
I don't know when,
This misery
Will find an end. 
Can someone please
Help me relieve
The endless fray
Of being me?

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