I had a dream the other night,
A dream i wish to tell,
It wasn't of a cruel life,
It wasn't a living hell.
There i was so strong and brave,
Experiencing the life that I've always craved.
I stood there strong head up high,
I didn't feel weak and had no urge to cry.
I was a young child,
just being myself.
I wasn't feeling hurt,
i didn't need help.
I smiled so greatly,
Like never before.
I was at piece with myself,
No on going war.
I heard myself giggling,
I seen myself play.
I felt happiness,
In an incredible way.
Seeing myself playing contently,
The way it should of been,
Not feeling fragile and frightened,
Not worrying of things Ive seen.
It was the life without terror,
The cruel life not there,
A loving happy family,
feeling love and feeling care.
The way i imagine that it should of been
For a young girl of my age,
Not feeling that i was worthless,
Not feeling uncontrollable rage.
But the dream starts to fade,
And i start to awake.
To realize it was all a dream,
And the feelings were all fake,
I can't escape the cruel life,
The tourcher or the pain,
I can't ever get my childhood back,
there will never be a chance again.
I must live with the truth,
I must deal with the loss.
I must be an adult now,
I must not get cross.
It was nice whilst the dream lasted,
It was nice to feel that way.
I wish that dream would repeat itself,
Every single day.
I don't like being trapped,
I don't like feeling weak.
I want to turn my life around,
And find the life i seek.