My Dreams As Realities

This Is Real

I always figured I had to open my mouth to be heard.
I was wrong..
Because now the silence says everything.
Being heard with no words.
It's strange; different.
Sort of like when you dream.
You see the most beautiful things in your sleep.
All I see with open eyes is hatred.
I wish the world was a dream.
Then there would be peace.
Love.
Less sadness.
Less depression.
The world has now been turned into my biggest fears.
My nightmares.