My Wings

Every single time
I get back on my feet.
Someone pulls the rug
Right from underneath.

As soon as I turn happy,
Someone makes me sad.
They always take away the good
And leave me with the bad.

I can't even smile
Because then they make me cry.
As soon as I can fix my wings
I forget to fly.

I always act before I think
And I get knocked down.
My "I'm ok" little smile
Is slapped into a frown.

These wings are all rotten
From dragging through the dirt.
My heart is all broken
Bacause of all the hurt.

I just want to fly
And forget about this place.
To soar above the moon, and stars
And land somewhere that's safe.

~Personal experience~
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