Telegraphs

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