I wish I had a friend
To cry into the arms of
Who would hold me close

Reassure me
It's not my fault
But instead I go in my mind

And cry in the arms of my comfort characters
All while wishing
Hoping
I'll have a real person to do that

I should have the ears of a cat
The tail of the cat
But when I look they are not there

The universe took them from me
It looks at my ears and tail
Then brutally chopped them off

Sometimes I can almost feel
My tail swishing
My ears poking up or pinning themselves down

But they aren't there
Just a mark of what was there before
Before the universe cut my ears and tail off

They see a person
Lazy, uncaring
Stuck inside their very own mind
But they don't see the daydreams

The worlds inside
The stories created
The lore filled universes
The characters made

All created with passion
Detailed
Alive
They don't see the wonders

They see the person
Doing nothing
Not the creations
Being made