Poetry (Ongoing)

Imagination

I always wanted to imagine.
Always wanted to make stories inside my mind
I can create magnificent lines without verdicts
I can be whatever I love to be.
I can be a hero or villain
I can be a princess adored by many
I can be powerful that can control everyone
There are no rules, no opinions to deem, and no crises.
All are so perfect, so good to stay forever.
Though they are not facts at least I feel pleased.
I feel like I can do more, I can make more.
I feel relieved.
Stress doesn't exist.
It's a world I can stay calm and contended.
Reality is just a waste for me, it's an unending sorrow.
Pain is all over
My life is trash as well.
In reality, I'm nothing
Speculations are everywhere and it always makes me so afraid to try
I can't do any better, I'm worthless.
But within the chamber of my fantasy, I can enjoy life to its fullest.
Imagine the unthinkable things that can happen to me.
I can be who I want and what I can.
Most of all, I am victorious.
What else can I wish for?
But still, after those moments inside my so-called world of idiocy is the fact that it's not true and never will it come true.
After realizing the truth, I suddenly cry and laugh at the moment.
My life there is full of shades.
But inside my heart, it's truly isolated and dull.
And I don't know how well I'm getting on to cope with the emptiness I felt.
I don't know if I could make those fantasies into reality.