I hate her

I hate me

I don’t understand

I’ll never be good enough

not for this life

I’ll wander around lonely

dreams a forgotten thing

I remember when

I could fly

fly away with my imagination

to a different place

a different world

all by myself

then there came

complications

growing up

and growing old

two things joining

to sweep away

imagination

without it

I have nothing

help my find the

magic