Dreams

Not wanting to be like any other...
Not wanting to talk like any other...
Not wanting to behave like any other...
Not wanting to love like any other...
Not wanting to be treated like any other...

Sometimes wishing to be heard,
Sometimes wishing that there were no assumptions,
Sometimes wishing that it would be a fairytale.

But when truth was revealed,
she knew that a fairytale would remain a fairytale,
and reality as reality.

Dreaming,
she knew,
was never her forte.




*Wawnie was just feeling a little emo, she continues her study of Mao Ze Dong.*