Living a life of fantasy
away from truth and lies
i have become isolated
hiding behind closed eyes
i am oblivious to the world
never looking at it as i should be
i cannot survive in that place
referred to as reality
i refuse to go back
to the way i was before
fearing every move
afraid of what fate had in store
sitting in the corner
isolated to my room
becoming friends with darkness
corrupted by gloom
i woke up one day
i couldn't take this any longer
with every tear shed
my imagination grew stronger
i created my own planet
population: one
with lies of happiness
my new life was done
to this day
i have but one only confession
i cant handle reality
because i suffer from manic depression
