Sunday, July 10, 2016


Come tell me how it goes 
The way stories never seem to end 
The way we write them in our heads 

They told me something different 
As a little girl 
I wore a white dress 
Did what I was told 

There's a hundred monsters 
I'm left lacking 
A hundred broken 

Am I breaking 
Or are you out spoken 
A cowards tale is un forgiven 

Like the monsters 
Hiding under my bed 
Below all the victories 
I stand with pride 

So tell me why 
I'm braver than the hero who saved me 

I sit here asking why 
Wondering what you ask yourself 
At night