Afraid

When I was a little girl,
I dreamed I was a character,
In a little pop up book,
The childern read my story,
Until my pages were worn,
And I lived on forever,
In that little book,
Even when no one loved me,
I lived my dust ridden pages,
I always woke up scarred,
Unsure if I was just a character,
Unsure of if it was a dream,
Or if it was a special reality,
A reality I couldn't see,
Unless my eyes were closed,
I always wished it was just a dream,
Now that I'm grown,
And I've learned a little more,
I hope against hope I'm that character,
In that little book,
Cause if I am,
I'll have a happy ever after,
But if not there's no telling,
Just what I'll become.