She used to have so many dreams,
of what she'd be,
when she grew up.
She's go to high school,
study hard,
ace the SATs and all her classes,
go to college the best one around,
get into med school,
work real hard.
become a doctor,
maybe an author on the side.
but now her shattered dreams they lie,
broken shards all over the floor.
I sweep them into a corner,
and wish I could just let them go,
but dreams like that,
they don't just die,
They stayed lodged there in,
your heart,
ghosts of who you wanted to be.
But know you can't be anymore.
she began to hear things others didn't,
saw blue faced people,
and cameras on every wall.
Instead of high school,
she was placed,
in a locked psychiatric hospital.
while her peers,
they studied science,
she learned about psych meds.
While her friends sat through their classes,
she sat curled up,
on her therapist's couch.
She tried to go back to school,
but couldn't focus,
things there weren't good.
The SATs came and went,
without her taking them,
she was busy being evaluated,
at yet another psychiatric hospital.
Now she sits in a locked white room,
trying to piece back together,
the small shards of her past dreams,that are now shattered.