A vision
To be pulled under unwillingly
Into what, I am not quite sure
A little girl
To which I find hard trusting
Yet to whom I can't help following
Her smile
Unable to tell whether or not
It's the truth
But the urge to learn more
To not wander blindly through this life
To find any way to escape this hell
When I was young
I was told
Never to be ashamed
Of who I am
Never to keep in
My true self
But then, there came a year
Where everything changed
The way you live life is a lie
Every smile
Every laugh
All half-hearted
All done in a trained manner
All beauty and grace
And I am here
With the little wide-eyed girl
Thinking about whom I'm running from
Thinking of the cruelty it's done to me
Then, pondering on cruelty
I think about my reality
Thinking about Circe and Spence academy
Wondering which one will be the death of me