Claustrophobic Fairytales

I want to see what's r.e.a.l

Not your candy-coated (fruit-flavoured)

Vision of the world

Fed to me (in the dark)

On a - cold- steel - spoon

With your sweet promises

Whispered in my ear

S-t-i-f-l-e-d by your Clingfilm lies

I view the world from an empty box

Of nothing

I cannot t.a.s.t.e

I cannot t.o.u.c.h

I am an observer from afar

I press my nose to the cold (emotionless) glass

Like a child on a train

L.o.n.g.i.n.g. to know what it is like

To be -there-

Amongst everything

But I am strangled by your cotton wool silences (Silence is deafening)

And baby books (Don't cry, dear)

Where farm animals live in green fields (The grass is always greener)

With a smiling sun (No-one smiles anymore)

And a ruddy farmer (Alcoholic widower)

This magical world does not exist

Outside of your i.m.a.g.i.n.a.t.i.o.n

The real world is cold

And hard

But I want to be h.u.r.t

E-v-e-n if it's just to prove

I can be

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What dya think? Sorry I'm in such a bitter mood, I don't know what came over me. I've not been feeling so poetic at the moment, hence the poems of not-so-good quality. (hahaha, everyone knows I mean crap) I thought I'd put this up just to see what you think. It felt a bit emotionless when I first wrote it and while I was thinking I messed about with the formatting and then I didn't want to change it back. Honest opinions would be nice. Thanks! ;-D xXx