I'm done comparing myself to love struck girls
who just dream about you
when in actuality
sleep is the only place I escape
from the tyranny of your voice.
I have never dreamed about you
and I hope I never will
because you've invaded every aspect of my life
I need one place of my own.
If it's not my own mind
it will be a padded white room somewhere
with nice people and cups of pills
that will only remind me of you.
I will sit in solitude because I am
"a threat to others and myself".
and the only way they will find to keep me sane
is to drive you from my mind.
But that would drive me to insanity
so I guess there's just no hope for me.