Disclaimer: Dryly if I owned ANYTHING do you think I would be sitting here eating Pringles and Coca Cola? Thank you.

AN: Third installation in the Girl series, please read . . . at your own risk

Silly

There are points when you look back
And you wish, and you dream, and you wonder
The "what ifs" running through your mind
But it's always just silly
Because, you know that you like things
Just the way they are

Sometimes, however
I look back and wish,
But I wish for a dream
Because what I want, what I hope, what I feel
Is seen as unreal by the cruel eyes that watch me
And I have no silly thoughts
And I never will
For I am a child without a childhood
I am the essence of those forced to grow up
Before their time

Sometimes I sit alone at night, and wonder
The moonlight vague and beautiful likes my ponderings
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
Tears hitting my pillow with a sound unheard
Sometimes I feel the pain that comes with hurt
From stones thrown and words that were not heard
And I wish I had not lost for want of love
For I have lost much, and have no love from anyone to show

Sometimes I wish,
But then I remember
These are just silly thoughts
For my dreams will never be
And my hopes are fantasies