I hate Reality

by xXRyu RyuXx

This truthfully has nothing to do with it's catagory, but I couldn't find one to fit so i chose it.

I hate it.

Wether it be school, home, or just life in general.

I hate reality, I hate what is real. What we all have known to be "normal."

At night I am so unfortunate, that I don't ever Dream.

So I am forced to day dream. Movies, books, made up creatures and being's.

Editing them to the point where i can put myself in thier world, and somtimes

I even warp our world to fit around them. But reality has no room for these dreams.

It taunts and teases me. As if it knows that I'm aware non of my dreams come true.

And they never will. It brings more mistfortune to my days, more disapoinment.

A feeling I know all to well, that I'm aware I am the one causing it.

To wish that i could be better, as a friend, as a sister, as a daughter.

As a student, as a actress, as a worker, and as a person.

Wanting, and longing. Yet no one gives me the chance. No one wants the real me.

So I turn to thoughts and day dreams. Becoming more and more attached.

Wanting life to end, but showing weakness and cannot end it myself.

So I turn to visions I've created, scenario's I've made up.

In which my life ends, but not by my hand. Hoping someone will be there to do it for me.

Believing in realities beliefs , hoping their real. That they aren't on the same level as the dreams.

The religions, the gods, the angels. Hoping their real, and doubt creeps in my mind.

I can't help it. So having faith is hard, in a world where your dreams don't exist.

I can't end my life, and somewhere in my mind I know no one will do it for me.

So i'll wait. Till the end of time. My time that is. And hope that when I've finally reached the end.

Reality will be but a distant dream.