Maladaptive Daydreamer

http://daydreamingdisorder.webs.com

I knew it was excessive

still, I didn't care

I thought I deserved a world

where He had answered all my prayers

a world where I felt safe

to tell the truth and ask for help

to speak without fear of judgement

and to honestly promise myself

I'd spend my valuable time

not for others but for me

kissing boys and singing songs

as if it was meant to be

like an everlasting novel

the plot moves steadily on

with every new infatuation

a new chapter has begun

the anthology will not conclude

until the day I die

even then I hope and pray

the daydreams will survive. 

Reviews

[Emily L]

I don't think I've ever related to a poem as much as this one. Reading this almost made me cry...knowing others feel the same way as I. It's truly a curse and a blessing all wrapped up into one. I'm so happy I stumbled upon your poem, it really made my day to read it. It's nice not to be alone.