I found my imperfect utopia, under the flowers laying strewn. I found my imperfect utopia, under the flowers laying strewn.

The poem inspires us to have faith in ourselves. The poem inspires us to have faith in ourselves.

With shaky fingertips, And bloodshot eyes. With shaky fingertips, And bloodshot eyes.

Shattered were my dreams And hope was far far invisible That I wished to just give up When ... Shattered were my dreams And hope was far far invisible That I wished to j...

At times I am the queen. At times I am the queen.

As I walk down the hallway, I feel terrified As I walk down the hallway, I feel terrified