Micky's Poems

Maladaptive Daydreaming

I hear violins
Singing sweetly in a ballroom
Plated in gold and white,
With yellow lighting everywhere.

I see people
Dancing along in fancy clothing
Laughing in enjoyment.
The party's going great.

The music swells with joy
Beauty belting out in sweet melody
Enveloping my senses
Whisking me away

I have friends who care about me
They ask how I'm doing
I respond truthfully
They're there to support me

I feel warmth coming from their hugs
From the violins playing softly
From the people dancing
And finally I feel saf-
...
My thoughts are interrupted by dogs
Harsh, loud, sudden barking that annoys the neighbors
Shocks me back into reality
Harsh, cruel reality.

I'm in my living room alone
While the place is a mess
And I'll have to clean it tomorrow
All by myself, as usual

My brothers are upstairs
Busy in their own electronic worlds
Unable to hang out
Like they have been for years

I have no friends
They care about other things
And are unable to see me
Not that I blame them, of course

I feel empty from the lack of checking in
From the messy, blue living room
From the damn dogs that just keep barking
And yet again, I feel lonely