Fantasy

A Poem by Making Tracks

Numbness
People looking
People staring
People whispering
People hating
They don't know who I am
They don't care what I say
They f**k around with my mind
So I say come and play
My world is all in my head
Full of thoughts that can draw blood
My fantasies consume all around me
Sometimes consume me
I live in a world that is falling away from me
The foundation crumbling as I write this
I find it's no longer about people
It's about me and what I see
What I perceive to be normal
No longer is, so I fall
Into the void of numbness
Time to rearrange my box
Time to get out
This world is fake