Day Dreamer.

Words bother me, so talk?
I'd rather not.
I've honestly got nothing much to say.
I'm not that much of a talker.
Not many people care for my real words,
Or real beliefs.
I'm more of a dreamer.
A zombie to the world,
Sometimes.
Cause I day dream constantly.
Wonder who I'd be,
If things were different.
If I were different.
My dreams are my heaven most times.
Only because of myself.
Everything else is perfect.
I could never be perfect.
Since I could remember,
I've dreamt of it.
Perfect...
It's not that I won't make it happen.
It's something I can't make happen.
God gives me the strength to pull through,
With this feeling that everything's going to be alright.
That there is a reason for this mental torture.
I'm still trying to figure it out.