Imagination
It's a blessing to someone like me
To get lost in thought
Just being happy in that moment of silence
Sitting in class
Escaping
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 am
Loving
Staring at a canvas
I look to my home
My imaginary utopia
And I paint
Powerful
I'm painting
I feel powerful
It makes me happy
I can show them my happy place on a single piece of paper
Hate
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 project
Falling
Reality is nothing
It's a dark world where I don't want to be
Staring out into space
There's nothing
Crying
I hate it here
Everyone sees, but they won't believe
But they don't see them
My friends
Screaming
They call me crazy
They say no one is there
They're always scared
They think I'm talking to myself
Rage
They tell me to stop
Try to keep me focused
Focused on the horror they call reality
To stay away from my utopia
Sadness
My friends have left me
I can't see them anymore
It hurts
And the capsules get stuck in my throat
Emptiness
I feel nothing
My art has become dull
I see nothing
I have no inspiration
Happiness
They're back
My friends
I'm back
My imaginary utopia
