Dreams and Reality

I dream I was a real poet, I dream to write about how I feel. I dream I was important, I dream I let people to at least care how I feel. I dream I could change lives, I dream I could make other people happy. I dream that I was I was a lot of things, but none of those things are you. for you hurt me. for you forgot me. for you left me. for you stabbed me in the back, for you twisted that knife. for you never wanted to see me happy, for you only cared about yourself, but you only caused me pain.