Hey,little one,
yes,you..the one who is locked up
inside of me.
I know you are mad,
that I have bolted the door too tight.
You are resentful,
you are claustrophobic.
You question why I lock you away,
you who believes in magic,
and happy endings,
with your faith in your beliefs,
and your many wants,
you who believes
you are a princess with white dresses,
waiting for a prince.
Can you understand why I cannot have it any other way?
I sense your smugness,
as I see paradise at bay.
When the magic words are said,
the spell is broken,
the door is open,
you burst forth and take control,
you smile,
and I cry.
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