I tell a story

I tell a story about a girl,
Who likes herself but
cannot understand it.

She woke one night to voices,
Of a feast of leprechauns.
They held their cups
And made their toasts in merryment.
The girl was not too pleased,
She knew they were not real.

She saw one day a dwarf,
A mean charade of a dwarf.
He wore a red pointy hat
And matching pair of shoes.
The girl trembled in her wake,
For only she could see him.

I tell a story about a girl,
Who sleeps at days and wonders,
Why her dreams come haunt her,
Why is herself not real.

A mirror looks right back at her,
It shatters in her eyes and she surrenders.
She can’t distinguish true or false,
She raves all day about her fault.

I tell a story about a girl,
Who lost herself and does not know it.

I tell a story about me

I tell a story about me