Living in my fantasies is just so peaceful,
I don't have to do anything,
I don't have to speak to anyone,
There's no one to call me ugly words,
like clumsy and disgraceful
Surrounded by people who I can trust wholeheartedly,
there're no regressive ideas there,
No silencing anyone for any opinion they bear.
It's a place which I can call home,
where I can feel whole once more
no shunning people out,
Where I can tell my tales with a head held high,
where I'm not forced to lie
But however much I dream,
a small voice inside of me,
reminds me there's a future to check on,
to face the reality.
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoesiaEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult