My Fairytales

They all think that I'm crazy
The doctors say I'm insane
Just because I have my own land
That is elsewhere to this pain.

They keep me in a room alone
The walls and floor are white
Then they dress me in pyjamas
And watch me day and night.

They think they are making me better
Saving me from myself
They tell me I am going mad
That my thinking is affecting my health.

The people monitoring my progress
Can't see I am okay
That I just don't want to think like them
I don't want to work that way.

I like it in my own land
The fairies are my friends
And when I'm in the pixie garden
I have my own flowers to tend.

They say I make up my fairy tales
That I just want the attention
But in fact I don't want them listening
I just want to go and have fun.

The fairy's say I can end it
Block out this old world forever
The Imps say they will help me
We can escape and run together.

All I need to do they say
Is swallow the tablets they give me
Then they say I will be able to go
Be with them and be free.

~*Jenni*~