Sometimes the world seems as though it wasn't made for me.
I exist nothing special.
Why am I here?
I wonder?
I am alone.
I can't seem to do anything right.
I am good as long as I am doing for others. But not for myself.
I try to make everyone happy and can't.
When will I be reconized for what I am?
It will happen, but until that day comes, I will create my own world.
A world of peace, where I am soneone.
Where I can be myself and that will be enough.
Where I don't have to give more than I have.
Where I can be surrounded by people who really love me.
A place where I can live out my fantasies and dreams without remorse.
A place to go and pretend all is well.
A place to call my great escape.