Sometimes, I live inside my head,
Using my imagination as I escape
Into a world without dread,
But filled with love instead.

There are no tears where I dream,
No loneliness, no sadness, just a peace
That is not present as I scream
For my release from life's stream.

At times, I think the true reality
Is in my head, and the world
In which I live is but a scary
Nightmare from which I must flee.