Daydreaming is my escape,

It is where I take my breaks,

I float in the depths of my mind,

Feeling elated, feeling sublime.

I dream of what I long to have;

Like the bliss of not feeling mad,

Holding onto the friends out of reach,

Her sweet lips forcing me to not speak.

I dream of the possible future;

Where I’m safe, sound, and structured,

Where hatred dries to a measly puddle,

And I’ve finally popped my taunting bubble.

I dream of what likes to gift me glee;

For one, the awakening stings of creativity,

All the artwork my hands itch to create,

My daydreams numb me for my joy’s sake.

But it’s not long until the escape wears,

I always forget the sentiments it entails,

When I remember it’s all a dream within,

My woes begin to whirl up again.