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Jan 2016
Who I am in my dreams
Is not who I am day to day
She is happier than I am ¬
And sees the world in positive light
Unlike me
Mind darting from thought to thought
A place so dark and unpleasant
With my mind so dead
But my body still so alive

In my dreams
I live
I want to turn my life around,
Yet I want everything to be over
I dream to be the best
Yet when it gets down to it
I believe it’s not possible

In my dreams
I am a happy go lucky person
I wish I could be.
In my life,
The sun shines
But only as the source of drought
For my serotonin.
I am stuck,
In this harsh reality
Of not seeing the good in these dreams.

In my dreams
I hold on to every last strand of life
Always smiling
Not holding in tears
But I’m like a scorching fire,
Body burned to the third degree
Scars physical or not will forever remain
But not in my dreams
Sarbear217
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   PJ Poesy and mark cleavenger
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