My nightmares
Were thoughts of being called useless
Being isolated
Being hated

My nightmares were thoughts of looniness
Beginning with the word of
Why am I like this?

My nightmares were pain that wouldn't go away
No matter how much I begged or pleaded
They stuck to me like pins

My nightmares gave me fear of truly living
Pushing me into darkness
Pushing everyone away

These nightmares were the days of life for the younger me,
But these times of my past
Made me strong
I embrace these times,
Because they created the me who is here today.