A World of My Own

I wrote this in high school as a result of being teased and harassed daily

Don’t try to give me a bad name
because even if you succeed
it will do no harm to me
though, it IS a nasty deed.

All the derogatory names
mean less than nothing to me
and you cannot make me cry
because I am always happy.

For, I live in a world of my own
one that knows nothing about tears
one that doesn’t comprehend bad things
like sadness, worries, or fears.

My world knows only happiness
love, joy, caring, and bliss
it knows only of the good things
creating an aura of peacefulness.

Here is where I choose to be
to escape from “real world” grief
even though my world is one
that others say is make-believe.