Dreams

As we grow up we are told that we can be whatever we want.
Were encouraged to dream and pursue whatever we can think of.
Our imagination is our limit.
But slowly our dreams melt into shadows that hang over like clouds and rain on us.
We become pressured and our once diamond selves become overdone.
The boy that loves you and wipes your tears evolves into the cheating heartless worm.
Your best friends come and go changing like a bipolar disorder.
A family raised to be a safety net becomes the people swinging your tightrope.
Leaving nothing but you, a mere set of walking gears,
And your heart, which has slowly been drowning in black ink,
Exploding every now and then to spill out a messy set of letters,
Because guess what my angel, you don't have enough control for a pen.
Your hands are too shaky, and your thoughts too corrupted.
You must feel whole with others words in their songs of truth,
Or the compliments that have hidden knifes.
But angel you can't give up, you simply can't.
You see, you have a boy that wipes your tears,
And that's all you could ever dream of.
You posses a best friend no matter how much differing of when and who.
You have a roof over your head.
And near to most important,
You let words envelope you that make you feel.
The ones that make you cry, make you sway.
Never forget the ones that make your thoughts get swept away into the dumpster,
As you let out your secret love of dance and your dream to sing,
And create the most pure beauty you have ever witnessed.
So raise your head up angel, because when someone on the outside won't give up,
You got to realize that sometimes the suffering clouds the sun.