The Dream

This is one of the earliest poems of written, when I was 13-14 yrs old.

You're with the love of your life
Your wishes have come true,
Everybody's happy
You're allowed to be you.

You're not a disappointment
Your family's by your side,
Now that you have friends
You'll never have to hide.

Everything is perfect
You don't want it to change,
But you can't shake off the feeling
That something's a bit strange.

Your fantasies start to fade
Back comes the insanity,
As you descend into darkness
The darkness of reality.