Monsters crawl in the dark crevices in my brain. Let me go! Leave! I'm so tired! Do you know what it's like reader? Your eyes scan these words but do you understand? Young girl, boy, old woman, man, do you? I wish I knew if you could relate. Do you know what it's like to exist in a world that doesn't exist. The real world is just outside but I can't escape my own. Monsters are everywhere. Seeping in, scratching at my door. I let them in every time. They simply tell me to. I can't escape.. I want all thoughts to leave my mind and let me be. I want to go back and not be so alone. I felt so alone. That is why I created the monsters. Only to keep me company. I was a lonely child. Everyday I would wake alone. Every night I would sleep alone. I was alone. I was a lonely child. Loneliness in turn raised me. It nurtured the monsters. The monsters shaped me. I wish I could go back and not be alone. Loneliness is deadly. I was lonely for too long. I was lonely for too long.
This poem is about what it feels like to have maladaptive daydreaming disorder.