In my dreams.
My father, the one who donated the squirmy, wipes away the tears.
My mother, the one who carried me for 9 months, holds me in her arms as the sobs shake me.
My mom, The one who has me now, talk the sorrow away.
And
My dad, the one who now watches over me, helps me stand and face the day again.

But in my dreams,
i'm pretty and smart.
Sociable, and can actually stand the people on my classes.
Can help those around me.
And i can actually listen without making something all about me.

In my dreams,
The world's a better place.
Vampires roam the street.
Girls get the right guy.
And Tigers make great best friends.

In my dreams,
Roses Smell just as sweet by any other name.
Kittens never die.
Boys never lies
Cars actually fly.
And friends never have to say "Bye"

in my dreams, there's evil living just under the surface, worse than organized crime and smarter than anything other than God. The people that become food are forgotten like they were never there and the dangerous things are never seen.

In my dreams,
i'm one of the people i never want to be