Star Girl

*NOTE: This poem has NOTHING to do with my life! lol

Like the colourful birds I see soaring in the blue,
Is tat me?
Can i fly away and forget everything?
If tat were me, would I ever break free from my misery?
Will I escape from the nightmare I am living?

I always saw myself as the person who was hated
I never tried to make friends
I hated going out in public
I hated myself
I hated everyone around me
I was stupid

I have beautiful wings
I am gliding gracefully beyond the tallest trees in a forest
My elegant wings swaying in the air like a windmill
as sureal as it seems
My face brushes against the clouds

Who am I?
It cant be me
I dont belive it
Is this real?

I pull myself awake to realize it was all merely a dream
an illusion.
fake.
i was wrong.
I was wrong to ever think i would be free
I was wrong to fall asleep every night
pretending everything was fine

My thoughts are racing
to find a way to end it all
to break free of my discomfort

I loose my hopes every split second
falling away like a petal from a flower
I forgive myself for ever thinking i was right
because of this, i will always dream the impossible.

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Atomic Muffin

It would seem more serious in the beginning if you spelled it that like "that" instead of like "tat".

Also, you made a few spelling and gramatical errors.

But... I did enjoy it. It was very nice. ^_^

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