There are things I can’t describe even with my words.

I see in my mind these thoughts that are distant that I want.

I can’t quite reach them but I know they need to be had.

They are like a wisp of mist as I almost touch them.

 

 

Why can’t they be tangible?

I can see them and know what they are.

I want them.

Why can they not just be?

 

Frustrations churn in my brain.

People wonder why I seem to be going insane.

I want to scream but then what would happen?

I would prove them right, that I am no longer capable of existing.

 

I simply want those thoughts, or are they dreams?

Am I dreaming these things that I see in my mind?

How can one tell what is real and what is not?

I want to know reality.

 

But what if reality is so bad I cannot bear it?

What if the dream is protecting me from something?

What if I don’t need to know the truth?

Are there people letting me live a lie?

 

 

What am I?

Am I really here and in this place?

Am I a make believe part of a fantasy of my own mind?

What if I never woke up that day?

 

What if this isn’t even happening?

 

 

LMP

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