Fantasy vs. Reality

Many times, I thought that life was pointless.
A day-to-day existence with no prize at the end.
And so with that in mind I feared people’s thoughts
I was scared away from my dreams and think,
‘Why bother?’
The few times that I would step up and try
The anxiety and anticipation made me run away.

I hid from what I could be,
in a world of fantasy.
I hide from everything I wanted,
pretended to be content.
My family never knew I lied to them,
never knew I wanted my own life.
I locked myself away from the temptation of being me.
In my fantasies I would emerge triumphant,
the hero of my thoughts
I’d tell the fictionally people
What I was to timid to tell real people in my life.

Those fantasies eventually helped me.
I fought free from the threats,
overcame my fears and set aside my hate.
People can say what they must.
They have a right to an opinion.
But with rights comes responsibilities,
That what people have always said.
That responsibility is to keep their thoughts
an opinion, not a suggestion, or dictation.
Just because they think it
Doesn’t mean I believe it.

So many times before
I may have thought that life wasn’t worth the effort.
But what I learnt when fighting free from fantasy
is that without effort
you cannot have the life you want.