I just want to leave this place.
I want to just be in world where people didn’t have a harsh look in their eyes.
Where I couldn’t see the flames of rage beam at me.
The heat of their rage towards me could make me sweat in below freezing temperatures.
Just walking home, I could feel the stares and heat.
My parents see me and give me a heated stare, but a different kind of heat.
A lovely heat with their warm embrace of compassion.
Having them helps me shake off the trauma of the day that once was.
With every step I walk down to my room more of today washes away.
With the click of the door shutting the day is closer to disappearing.
I set my stuff down, lifting the weight or stress and books off my shoulders.
As I lie down on my bed, I close my eyes and go into a world of wonder.
A world of zero judgement, where everyone is praised for their differences.
My Imagination.
My Imagination was the only place where I felt “normal”.
I completely felt the same warming presence that my parents always give.
My imagination gives me the freedom to be my best me.
The “me” that is always hiding away from the cruelty of the real world.
I hide away in a world that I can create my own.
A world where I am considered an equal to society.
In this world, I don’t have to pretend that I am more of what I am.
I can finally be an equal to everyone.
As I walk around my imaginary world, I feel a new warmth come forth.
A warmth that is neither hot or stings.
Does not burn or scars.
This warmth heals my empty wounds.
Heals the wounds of rejection from my years of torment.
Patches up my scars by the ones who burn me with their gaze.
Heals my memory so I can move on.
Heals my heart so I can feel my families love.
The peacefulness of my world is comforting compared
to the hustle and bustle of the real world.
The quietness is a feeling of serenity that I have yet to feel before.
I can finally feel the peace I most deserve in my own little world.
As I roam and roam I hear a voice that says, “Honey its time to get up”.
My dream world starts to vanish, and I am awoken to the sunrise in my eyes.
Another day to start, another day of my torment of the real world.
Through the torment and discomfort, I will always be reminded of one thing.
I will come home to loving parents.
Go to my room and hear that door click shut.
Relieve the weight off my shoulders.
And disappear to the one place I truly belong.
My Imagination.
