The idea of daydreams becoming reality,

seems so perfect

I am the Queen, with a king's ransom

Millions of servants and maids working for me,

magic and marvel and then I realise

I wished to live in my daydreams

Did that wish come true this Christmas?

I wander around my magical Queendom

Dressed in the finest purple silk

Maybe

Maybe I have some special power

something like magic,

because everyone kind of 'worshipped' me

With complete felicity

and butterflies in my stomach,

as if I'm about to find out if I can enter my dream college,

I read the sign

'Welcome to Utopia'

I scream, I laugh, I jump, I dance, I cry

All at the same time

"This is going to be the best day ever,"

I think as I discover all the magic within

Am I really in Utopia, the land of perfection?

I think. And suddenly, I see specks of dust.

My past comes back for me,

the times when I was genuinely myself

surround me and I get trapped

trapped with myself, my past

my actual life, my true feelings,

my beautiful thoughts and emotions

Am I really in Utopia, the land of perfection?

Yes, I am in Utopia.

I am nowhere.

I am trapped in the middle of nowhere.