Dreams more real than reality (short poem)
Mommy there’s a monster under my bed.
Go to sleep now child, rest your little head.
Mommy my brothers are picking on me.
Go outside now son, run and be free.
Mom, I was in a fight at school today.
Wait and see what your father will say.
In detention the teacher said I was a bad seed
More discipline, that’s all that you need.
Kicked out of class, they called me a clown.
You lack focus, need to buckle down.
Just need to rewind.
Back to the beginning, to the poisoning of my mind
My dreams more real than reality.
Free from this state of frailty.
Escape from this world I am always fighting.
I prefer to live through my writing.
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