Society
it beats you down
With so much
running between
fairy tales
dreams
and commitments
that were seldom our own
Until they were beaten
into our skulls from a young age
But once you start carving notches
in the box they have you living in
or stick your finger through
the pinhole
We look at the universe with
it is hard to go back
to what you once believed
as you search for connection
in a world full of people afraid
to look out the window.

Hidden in her eyes
She says
She has forgotten me
Long, Long ago
That when the ocean calls her,
She doesn't play my name like Music in the back of her head

She says
She has forgotten me as If I no longer exist in the Stars she counts at night as if the moon only
lit for the dark
not for our goodbyes

She says
She has forgotten me
But I still see fragments of my love, Hidden in her eyes

Hello Punks! I thought we would be good friends!
But instead you hate my poems and Dont appreciate each other's work
I dont write for myself so you know!
I write for every one of you
TIRED OF USING INK ON PAPER, I CUT MYSELF AND USED MY BLOOD TO WRITE TO YOU
SERVED WHAT I HAD AS FOOD BUT YOU ATE IT AND BIT MY FINGER; AS WELL AS MY HAND
You Poets Are making me a bitter Man
and I'll be demned if I stay silent
I love you guys with Passion and I would like to See this Site be called the greatest
but that hate which you carry will bring us to the lowest

HELLO PUNKS! I am writing this message cause I am hated for no specific reason! AND I STAND FOR ANYBODY WHO FEELS THE SAME BUT CAN'T EXPRESS IT!
there are so many people with talent here! So let us Embrace It!

WOULD YOU PREFER BEING CALLED A HELLO POET OR A HELLO PUNK?!
  
it's just one world; one earth!
if you have plenty of something please do share! be the first to love and to care
see you later now take care!

My insecurities are shifting in my dreams,
I can't help but be worried about the pain that I bring upon myself.
Everyone is telling me, “What's the matter, you are perfect.”
Everyone is telling me that I should stop worrying.
But I can't help but panic inside,
I try, I try, I try to hoard these feelings inside.
But I am creating a surreal life,
I feel myself painting myself blind.
In this world, it's clear what is right and wrong,
but in my consciousness I don't know any more.
I feel myself become closer to you everyday,
but you are slowly drifting away.
Fantasy lives are everywhere, trying my hardest to stay alive,
but I noticed that I am faker than the world has ever known.
I've become digitally attached to my sorrow through bleeding ink.
I feel myself wanting to snap a doll's head off,
I just want to stop my mind from spinning around.
I am forever stuck in a maladaptive daydream,
where everything is fake except me moving.
[Stay Silent For Two Minutes]

Someone help me please, I'm lost somewhere outside reality.

Cowardly hidden inside my head, a habit I formed when I'd lay in bed. Just a way to stop my bleeding, but now I fear my life has lost its meaning.

Can you hear my screams? Why do you ignore my pleas? I just want to be released from this hell that I've created for myself.

In my mental Wonderland, I'm not condemned for who I am. This imaginary life has to stop before I run out of time. It's not real I scream, but my heart doesn't want to believe.

My truth may be cold and painful, but at least its real. This imaginary life that I've created is only looking to steal and ****.

So please, anyone, if you can hear me! Break me free from this insanity.

When you ask me
What I'm thinking about
I truly don't know
What to say
There's a world
Inside my head
That takes me far away
It takes me to
A sunny place
Where I don't have to
See your face
Maybe I'm thinking
Way too much
Or thinking
Nothing at all
But the longer I sit
In complete silence
The deeper into my world
I fall

related to childhood emotional abuse or neglect...
not to be confused with derealization or 'fantasy prone personality'

maladaptive daydreaming is seeing your face when I fall asleep at night
or hearing your voice in a children's store

"Come look! Look at these shoes!", and seeing you scramble at a pair of sandals

Big brown eyes begging me to buy them as "an early birthday present, just this once."

Maladaptive daydreaming
is blinking and not even having time to register the fact that you'd disappeared

and I was standing alone in the children's shoe aisle,
on my knees holding a pair of sandals
and feeling that same twist in my gut that I did on the day

the papers were signed and my passport was stamped,
to get on a plane to another country

without so much as waving goodbye

Maladaptive daydreaming is crying through anti-abortion rhetoric
and sympathising with teenage mothers

it's seeing you smile behind a nikon camera, calling
"Look at this pretty picture I took! See, see?"

and then realising that I was only smiling at a fallen camera in the sand

Maladaptive daydreaming
is regretting a choice I didn't make

it's steeling my jaw at immature jokes
and relating to all those children raising children

Maladaptive daydreaming
is regretting giving up a daughter
I never had