Her fantasy

Her fantasy was none like the others,
Not a typical happily ever after,
Or even one filled with rainbows and unicorns,

It was,
One with doubt and probability,
A probability of what if
What if things always go wrong?
What if her future was lost before it began?
What if her melodies are the ones no one hears?

A probability of her existence,
Was she actually worth it?
Was she actually good enough?
Was she actually important?

Or was all this a facade?
Or a game of hide and seek?
Or a game of treasure hunt?
Where people kept dropping hints,
Of her to leave this place for good,
Cause she always felt,
She was born in the wrong race
And at the wrong time.

Was this all only in her fantasy?
That she fantasized
Or, was this all real?
For her to see?
With her eyes wide open,

Maybe she will never know?
As doubt and guilt consume her?
Or, Will hope and her yearning
For a better tomorrow
Prevail.