This dreaming is dark
But I won’t lose my spark
sanity is a perspective
I don’t stand for the collective
the curtains I sit behind are walls
the fractured voice of someone I love calls
and tells me she hates and berates me
in the darkness of my mind
her unkindness
blinds me.
Binds me to the certainty that life is unfair
will it ever be repaired?
The stigma attached to me lies
the fire in my heart won’t die
and maybe I enlightened or frightened
of this form
since I was a daydreamer, after I was born
the storm of intrusive thoughts
the delusions in which I am caught
and I will argue that the stories I tell myself are yours too
you just aren’t boogie man blue
You think we are different
I am just medicated and irreverent
to this constructed reality
which you think is concrete
but where angels fear to tread I won’t retreat..,