I can't remember
when or how
I was ever truly satisfied
with the here and now.

Truth is I'm a little broken,
a lonely girl
with nothing but
video games to escape in.

Maybe truth and reality aren't my style,
so let's play pretend,
just for a while-
fake ourselves a happy family.

And maybe then I'll finally smile,
or maybe the glass-fragile joy will break-
so even if it's only a temporary facade,
is leaning on this fictional warmth a mistake?

I'm just happier in their worlds,
much more than I ever was here,
and while I still can't quite explain myself,
I can at least thank you for lending an ear.