In a small, dark, gloomy room.
I look down at my bright phone
And frown.
I set down my screen
And close my eyes,
I imagine flying high up in the sky,
I imagine a crown on my head,
And glitter all over my bed,
As I twirled around in a dress,
And see my fantasy world,
Colorful and true beauty.
It’s no longer gloomy.
I have the power to create anything I please,
I imagine myself climbing a tree,
I can almost feel the breeze,
I close my eyes and listen closely,
No, I'm not that lonely.
I love the world that I have created,
Even if people stated
that it’s not normal.
To be honest I hate to be formal,
I love my world,
It’s priceless, Like a pearl.
As I let my head wonder,
I ponder over the world’s blandness,
The real world I know Is boring,
I rather be restoring my image of this world,
Yes, I am happy here,
Even if I’m a little weird.