Contours and crevices
Make brilliant illusions of depth
In the two dimensional world
The prison inside my head
The bruises and scars have healed
The pain has somehow regressed
Yet the shadows of the bars
Are still prevalent in my precept
A rebel in my own domain
A martyr with intellect
Challenged by the shame
Of a past that I regret
Every fairytale and fantasy
Has an ending that's inept
Yet it magically invites me
To a world of hidden prospect
It allows me to be the woman I see
Whom I've always tried to protect
Allowing myself to finally be free
In a story only I can perfect!
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