A long time ago, a little girl dreamed of walking
through the same hallowed halls she now quietly gazes at.
A little girl once dreamed of following in the footsteps
of someone she revered, someone she held high upon on a pedestal.
Wanting to please, wanting to be accepted, wanting to belong,
this little girl walked with her eyes closed,
and her heart shut indefinitely.
But then she grew up
She grew up and realized that these hallowed halls
she so greatly strove for
would ultimately lead to a path that is not her own.
The footsteps she wanted to follow no longer resonated,
and in the same ivy-covered buildings she once loved,
there was nothing but a haunting silence
and a realization that dreams
have a way of turning sour when they reach reality