The Broken Dream Poem by Monyrath Prak

is it a nightmare or is it real,
that i feel like balloons.
i can't stop, i can't controls,
but i can feel this daily hell.
don't blow me to high,
your wounds won't leave a scar,
right now is where you are,
in a broken dream.
on the dream in my eyes
paper cries, telling lies
from the grave of a broken heart.
i lock myself in my room,
turn on the radio then i scream.
no one can hear,
no one can do anything.
so all you think is a Broken Dream.