Hidden

Teens are afraid
We worry
Do I look okay?
What do they think of me?
We obsess over how we look
We worry that we're not thin enough
We think we need to be skinny and perfect to fit into todays society 

In the distance
Lies a magical fantasy land 
Where objects talk 
And dragons fly
Where dreams come true
The clouds are cotton candy
The trees are made of chocolate 
It's an escape from reality

As the sun begins to rise
The birds stretch their wings and wake everyone up with their singing
The foxes and wolves yawn and stretch
Ready to look for their next meal 
As the sun climbs the sky