There is this door floating between the tall trees,
And it tells me that I have reached my destination.
They used to tell me that truth sets people free,
But I would choose a fairytale without hesitation.
All I knew was how to keep chasing rotten dreams,
So, when they blew up the path, I lost my balance.
When the fabric of my life came apart at the seams,
They assigned me sharp teeth and killer talons.
I was their prey, but they called me the beast.
If I played the part, they stripped me of humanity.
I escaped their flames, but my pride was deceased,
And I almost believed in my own depravity.
Yet, here is the door, and it floats between trees,
And I feel every creature in the forest behind me.
If I open it, will I drown my past in stormy sea?
Will my anger die, or will it follow me blindly?
-Jackie