My story is a dream. I write and I scream.

You wake up.

You look in the mirror but someone else looks back.
You remember a life you never had, one that haunts your dreams.
With visions of happiness, you hear only screams.
You are the piece that did not fit, you don't belong in this game.
The world has moved on, and you have no name.
The board has been knocked over, You will be swept away.
Feeling the noose tighten, you slowly fade to gray.

You fall asleep.



Maybe I was dreaming? Yeah.. that makes sense