This make-believe story I predicted in my head,
To pieces upon the ground does it fall.
A happiness once experienced -
A security long gone,
And a father I had imagined -
Now a memory in which I had created.
But, the hurt inside is real -
All torn up, how does my heart continue to beat?
A trauma of the past -
Why must I remember what I wish not to?
I created the perfect life in my head,
I planned, and I planned it well.
Used up everything in me,
To become a girl cherished
By a happy family,
A happy father and a happy mother -
To pieces upon the ground,
Does this make-believe story crash.