Will I really get a fresh start, to be the authentic me?

Or has control and pain tarnished who I'd love to be.


Will I ever be independent and strong like I pray?

Or has oppression decided that it will always stay.


Will I be ever be loved they way my heart has always ached?

Or am I really only desirable when someone is half baked.


Will I ever experience the romance that's always swarming in my mind?

Or is it really just a fallacy that I shall never find.


Will I ever feel like a princess that finally found her prince?

Or will love stories and fairy tales always cause my heart to wince.


Will I ever see the sunlight even through the pouring rain?

Or will my spirit always look for strife, deceit and pain.


Will I ever be feel comfortable living in my skin?

Or will I always hate my looks like it's a mortal sin.


Will I ever really have all these things that I desire?

Or has my soul been extinguished like a once burning fire.