Get your dreams away from me.

Poem

My mind is reality.
The world is fake.
I don't hear my dreams.
I live them.
They try to enter.
They can not come in.
Voices speak through my walls.
Get out!
You don't belong here.
It is my world where you can not be.
The voices aren't happy.
They say wake up, grow up, SHUT UP.
But the voices are fake.
My world is reality.
The voices whisper.
My walls are too thin.
"He needs help," they say.
"It's just a dream," I say.
They call the men in white.
The men with a truck,
well, They came around.
I did not let them in.
They forced themselves in.
They bulldozed the walls.
They broke my world.
But I know what is fake.
The white walls are a dream.
I need to go home.
I can't find my way home.
What is reality? Let me go home.
Where is my reality? It's gone.
I can't ever go home.
But home is in my head.
It has always been.
They don't get it.
So I build the walls with the help of my friends.
The walls are stronger now.
The white walls disappear.
So do the men in white.
So do the men with the truck.
Am I dead?
Am I sleeping?
Go back to bed and leave me be.
Or wake up and get out.
You are not welcome here.
We are happy as is.