Pretty face and an perfect life …I

wish…Maybe if I tap my shoes

three…maybe if I just get better

I sit and close my eyes and imagine my

perfect paradise where I’m normal

Where there are no doctors and needles or

appointments or pills or anything that has to

do with me being sick 

I close my eyes and imagine me spinning

around with my pretty dress and dancing

with my prince and being a normal girl with

normal life

But when I open my eyes I’m dancing with

a mop in the dark

Alone

They might think I’m crazy but I’m not I’m

just different they put me in An old dress

that reeks of an odor that I can’t describe  

and tattered shoes  to make me stand out

when I just want to be…

Normal

But they say I can’t because… I’m crazy but

for now let me just close my eyes and  go

into

My perfect paradise