| My World I am but a shadow among my friends. They may see me if they chose, yet many chose not. I see then yet I barely hear them. It angers me and yet it also brings me joy. For I like my world of dreams. A place were I am loved, and people do not question, where i have no care. Yet i find myself being pulled out, by a harsh reality, I am not loved by many, I am ignored, and i fail at many things. They talk badly about me and yet, i don't care, I just hide deeper in my world. My sadness disappears, and all is well. In my world. In my world i am no longer alone. Yet this is not my world. My world isn't real, and yet i wish it would. |