I’d line up my plushies
Pretend I have something
Worth sharing with them
A smile against them sweet lips
The smoke and mirror of my childhood
As I shared my stories and lies
To a disheartened crowd
“A fantasy world” they whisper among themselves
“A lie” they giggle among themselves
“A crazy girl” they mumbled among themselves
If I could burn them I would
Who are they to say what I am
Who are they to say if its a lie
It is a lie
If I could burn them I would