Fantasy

It is great in here,

I go back again and again.

Some days when exhaustion overwhelms,

And the mind is at chaos,

I often spend my time in my head,

Creating fantasies.

And it is surprising,

How people are so comforting here.

It’s a shame that they just exist in my head.

But the false world,

That I have created seems to prolong too much these days.

And it is hard to tell whether it is a boon or bane?

I have been offered comfort,

But I have also been kept in the dark about my reality.

Reality is meant to be painful, they say.

Learn to live in it.

But every person has a pain limit.

And I have too.

Where do you go when the stress overwhelms?

And people around you are not much help.