Tiny cracks spread over my
Heart
Like rapidly thickening veins:
I shatter.
It just goes to show that however much you may
Idolize someone,
In the end,
They’ll just end up disappointing you;
No one ever lives up to their
Hype.


I hate so much to be
Disappointed,
So why even dream of an
Escape?
Why not just isolate myself?
That way,
It seems like I’M the one in
Control,
I wasn’t just some
Puppet,
But was it really the right thing to do?
Does pretending to be so
Perfect
Make me all the more
Vulnerable?


So maybe I should find a
Way out.
They made me like this,
But maybe there’s still a chance for me to
Survive.
Or, maybe it’s just
Too late.
I used to be
Rebellious,
But now I’m afraid
Even to look over the
Edge of the cliff.
Maybe I’ll grow my wings back someday…


Or maybe not.