I wake up with a start,
through my chest I feel my beating heart.
I look around and realize it was just a dream,
I'm back in reality, so it may seem.
I may back down and shut my eyes,
I hope they don't hear my cries.
My mom comes in and asks my dreams we're pleasant,
I don't tell her about my mental descent.
Everyone tries to make me happy,
but it makes me feel even more ******.
At school, I receive many stares,
because they don't know what my life means.
Fir you can't sell dreams,
to those who has walked the path of nightmares.