To dream

though fake to you it may seem

I enshroud myself

in this state of mind

because reality is not kind

and misery seems to find

those who stare it in the eye.

So here I lie

in blissful hiding

and I

close my senses

as strangely happy music cleanses

my head of pain.

I drift to a place far away

and it is there I wish to stay.

But eventually

I will wake

and discover

that this happiness was fake.

I reach for something that is not there

for truth is too much to bear.

Fingers grasping thin air,

I sit in despair

for I have awoken from my dream

and have now seen

the cold reality