Exaggeration On Life

I'm the sort of girl you keep locked up,
Until you need me to waitress for your guests.
The one not allowed to touch soft material,
Until you need me to make you a new dress.

I'm the one that's been through all this,
Before she's even left home.
The one constantly locked in darkness,
Left to create a whispering dome.

And inside my imaginary dome, my home,
I am the one with the power and control.
It's the only place I become human,
And I'm finally allowed to let it all go.

And one day soon I’ll wake up,
And this life will simply be my dream.
I'll be the one with the power and control,
The one at the top making plans and schemes.

I'll be the one looking down at the little people,
With no show of mercy upon my face.
But up until the day I awaken from this dream,
I am forced to live here, coz I am yet to begin the race.

And when the race of life begins,
No doubt I’ll soon head toward the end.
Because although this life was just a dream,
The images will forevermore linger within my head