The Dreamer

I was just a little girl,
raised to be a dreamer.
I loved swingsets and playgrounds.
I was a fairy, I was a princess.
I had sky-high hopes,
and a plethora of happy thoughts.
I was raised to be a dreamer.

But none of that mattered
as you uttered those words.
Those words that shattered
my porcelain confidence.
All you wanted was to crush me,
to break me, to tear apart my world.

So I fell from the clouds,
a tear from the sky.
I was just a lonely raindrop,
falling far from the glorious light of day
to the miserable dirt below.

But none of that mattered
as you uttered those words.
Those words that shattered
my porcelain confidence.
All you wanted was to crush me,
to break me, to tear apart my world.

I was trampled by oppressive feet,
yours, theirs, everyone's.
I learned to hate.
Hate myself, hate you,
hate the world, hate life.
I forgot how to love,
hope, and dream.
I forgot who I was;
I forgot me.

But none of that mattered
as you uttered those words.
Those words that shattered
my porcelain confidence.
All you wanted was to crush me,
to break me, to tear apart my world.

I was just a little girl
raised to be a dreamer,
but none of that mattered
to you.