They call me a
Dreamer
Yet i do not sleep

Sleep brings dreams
And fantasies
That i cannot stand.

They are real in
My mind
Yet when i wake up
I still think they are real.

In my dream
Im told im wonderful
That im beautiful
That someone loves me

Yet I wake up and i realize
that its not
That im alone
But only in my mind

The truth is hidden
Deep inside my mind
Buried underneath
What i think is the truth
But is the worst of the lies.

Truth or lies
Fantasy or reality
Which is real

What if its actually the truth?
But what if its a lie.

I will never know