My perfect world,
with its blue skies,
and dry happy eyes.

My perfect world,
with its good people,
and tall church steeples.

My perfect world,
with its one in a million chance
for a bad circumstance.

My perfect world,
where nightmares are fake,
and there are only simple mistakes.

My perfect world,
in endless ruins.

My perfect world,
destroyed when i stopped pretending,
and began comprehending,

that not all people are good.
That I misunderstood.
That that one in a million could be me,
just as easily as she.

That terror is everywhere,
and I was completely unaware.
That cliches just don't happen nowadays.

So there's my perfect world
that never existed.
I was a fool,
but my heart insisted.