Oh, girl

How stupid you look,
Wearing the superman mask like a hat,
Sat stone-like in front of the TV.

 

The frames of the comic strips,

Locked you up.

‘Wake up! The sun is up high, burning your ass!’

Your parents knocked at your door.
You had been awaken for an hour,
Not willing to leave,
Those Pure, crystal, and fragile dreams.

For years in the dark,

You dreamed your world up.
In the night, the stormy night,
You closed your eyes,
Away you’d fly,
And dreamed of paradise.¹

You long for embracing the real storm.

But you lay dead,
Poisoned by your dream up adventures.

Dreamily you took up the scissor,

Cut off the line that bound you and the world.
That was the day you put on your smiling mask,
To whoever you talked to, at any time, any place.

Beautiful dreams, but horrible.

A turtle retreated into its thick hard shell.

You finally grew too large for your shell,

Coming out of the cave,
You need time,
For your eyes to get accustomed to the bright light.

Dreamy colorful visions turn dusty,

But I won’t dumb them.
They were what I once was.
They are the trash that I cherish.

By Amy LIU