Bring Me the Beautiful Lies by Sameeksha Singh (16, India)

​They brought those stars with them when I was young.
They brought me luminescence and called it moonlight,
Now I know they stole it from the sun.
And Oh!
That scintillating veil of lies,
Those sanguine tales I heard,
Now I see the grotesque, monstrous truths behind the veil.

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Now I hear the pessimistic tune behind those tales.
I see scars,
On the once immaculate hearts.
So I plead,
Take me to the land of fantasies, O sky!
I want to hear the soft music again.
Drag me to the age of fairies and magic, O life!
I want to see the blossom again.
Bring me the melody, O birds!
I want to feel the joy again.