Angels,
hello hi.
tell me why,
was i born to cry?

In my dream I was looking down on my sleeping body.
Until i was pulled up into the sky.
Into a realm of mirrors.
There i saw myself.
Or rather myselves.
In those mirrors i saw my soul.
Ever changing. Metamorphosising.

There I learned my body was never truly mine.
What earth gives, it takes away. For my shell is its design.
In those mirrors i saw it gather me.
All of we.
Ive been the boys and the girls and everyone in between.

And then into my body i was pulled back.
While my soul was still fighting for ownership over my mind,
trying to wake up; i heard the voice of a thousand angels saying "its temporary."

(inspired by some melanie martinez songs)