Literature
Woes
Sometimes I wish
I were in a wonderland,
A place far from here,
A fantasy that I planned.
I wish for it a lot
And pretend things are okay
But in reality,
They're really, truly, not.
I sit alone,
Feeling happy,
Until realization penetrates my shield
Like a heavy stone.
I then sit in silence,
As grief overcomes me,
But I push it back down,
Hide it inside me.
Because others don't deserve that,
To deal with it all,
So I keep it tied up,
Compressed into a little ball.
Those feelings, you know,
They hide in my core,
Where they manifest things,
Sometimes it turns to gore,
And hopeless,
Sobering thoughts,
When I remember thi