When I was young I thought the world was clean
Skies were clear and grass was green
The flowers bloomed throughout the Spring
But then it all changed
I started to think my own thoughts
Iconic heroes wither, suffer and rot
As if the world held one big box
Turning all innocence strange
Since when did summer lose its tune
When did the flowers forget how to bloom
Perhaps when I locked myself inside my room
A scared dragon too afraid
My fears never stopped the clock's ticks
My tears can't ward off the monsters' tricks
Their words do more damage that stones and sticks
But that's the price paid
The playgrounds were void, cold and gray
Every class with threats hauntingly played
The sun tried to shower its beautiful rays
But light won't shine when darkness craves
I watched their hands rip apart wings
Children cried but no one did a thing
I felt the inside of my chest sing
Not a song, but rage
Too many times has contentment bled
Small drops to rivers right over the edge
Never were oceans seen so brightly red
Full of broken graves
Within the shadows of the streets
I stumble, fall, crawl, and repeat
Bleeding on the pavement I feel beneath
As if dying on a lone stage
When I was young I thought the world found peace
Parades of laughter and delicate treats
But now I sit in the belly of the beast
A trapped dragon in a cage
