Society's Unwanted Dreamer

I wake every hour during the night
And write down each dream
In a small black journal in soft candle light,
Like drawing pictures not seen.
I am their voice when others don't understand,
Their paint brush searching for a canvas,
I help them go unnoticed, their outreach banned
From society; people become scared and feel helpless.
I voice the dreams to people who will listen
Though they listen, they never actually hear
Me giving in to their desired ambition
But I am merely an unwanted dreamer.
I hear their voices, but I can't apprehend the message
That strings itself together in these dreams
They scare me, they make me cry, I am anxious
To live up to the expectations they have; it seems
That I'm not doing well enough for them
Or people would accept them the way I do.
I am here, they found me when I was six,
Urging me to string together these dreams
The nightmares never giving my mind a rest,
I am just another of society's unwanted dreamers.
People have said I'm crazy
And maybe they're right,
But I still write each nightmare in my journal
Each and every candle lit night,
Their one and only voice.