I stare at the paper for hours
But I see no words
Only scratches of something supposedly informative.

Where I live, nothing seems to matter
The wind comes from the deep, dark thoughts floating by
At speeds that I always seem to catch up to

I see their mouths stuck in expressions of emotion
As I begin to venture into the vast, torturous wasteland
That is my mind.

The people around me seem to freeze
Fading into dull, lifeless objects
As I transcend out of normality

No clouds, no sun, nothing is required of me
I feel safe inside of my mind
Where my thoughts and me become one

I am important in this dream realm
I matter to someone...
She exists only in here.

Even though I do not matter to myself
I matter to her
And she keeps me from slipping away

If only she could come with me when I leave...
I would be a better person
And maybe, for once in this life, I could be worthwhile.

The whiteness fades,
My body begins to reappear and touches the ground once more
I try to avoid eye contact with everyone around me

Why do they make fun of what they think they know?
I don't want to let them in...
So I don't.