I live in a world of
creatures
magic
and myth
not money
phones
and car
I live in the pages of a book
the images on a screen
or the thoughts in my mind
I move away from that world
here I'm seen as a freak of nature
a mess
a monster
but there
I'm fine I'm normal
I'm not judged
or hurt
because more pain surrounds me
people think fiction is cowardly
your running from your problems
no
I'm running from what I'll do here
I don't want to be a monster
so I run to a place where I'm not
I don't want to be a mess
so I go to a place where I seam clean
I don't want to be a freak of nature
so I join others like me
I don't belong here
in a world of plastic and reality
I live for myth and legend
a place where your mess seams miniscule
where my murders can come to life
without blood on my hands
I run
and leap into the embrace of a book
and it's warmer than any I've felt
I leap into a story and I'm welcomed
not mocked
I'm called into another world
when this one pushes me away
this is where I belong
in my head
not in my body
so question what I do
laugh at my action
laugh at my words
but you keep pushing
and I know where I belong
and it's not with you