Fictional

Head down in uniform she walks the common hall in search of the familiar
The adoration ball
Where no one is the wiser
No one cares to disagree
A world view in a vacuum
The balance is a breeze
And the skin fits the occasion
They are dressed for mirroring in a false light of filtering

I wanna be like them
I wanna be like them
If only to feel like them for a day

She can always play the victim or pretend it is a joke
She's only as attractive as her last fictional post
And they look so fucking happy there
Pain and worry-free
Like soulmates on their island for all eternity

I wanna be like them
I wanna be like them
They never have to pretend
Their pleasant dreams
My nightmares
Our nightmares