My Dreams.

My dreams scare me.
My dreams make me cry.
My dreams are always the same.
My dreams aren't meant for other eyes.
My dreams make me nervous.
My dreams look me in the eye and tell me to die.
My dreams make me feel numb.
My dreams make me not able to breathe.
My dreams don't like me.
My dreams are scary.
My dreams look me in the eye with a hateful face.
My dreams scare me.
They make me cry.
Why must my dreams make me all of these things?
Why must my dreams scare me?
Why must I still dream?