Imagination
It's a blessing to someone like me
To get lost in thought
Just being happy in that moment of silence
Sitting in classEscaping
Running away to a world of my creating With friends of mythological backgrounds
To be seen the way I want
And not for what I amLoving
Staring at a canvas
I look to my home
My imaginary utopia
And I paintPowerful
I'm painting
I feel powerful
It makes me happy
I can show them my happy place on a single piece of paperHate
They try to tell me what to draw
What to paint
I can't make my happy place
It's not the subject of our projectFalling
Reality is nothing
It's a dark world where I don't want to be
Staring out into space
There's nothingCrying
I hate it here
Everyone sees, but they won't believe
But they don't see them
My friendsScreaming
They call me crazy
They say no one is there
They're always scared
They think I'm talking to myselfRage
They tell me to stop
Try to keep me focused
Focused on the horror they call reality
To stay away from my utopiaSadness
My friends have left me
I can't see them anymore
It hurts
And the capsules get stuck in my throatEmptiness
I feel nothing
My art has become dull
I see nothing
I have no inspirationHappiness
They're back
My friends
I'm back
My imaginary utopia