Twelve

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?