Literature
The masters of my dreams
In my mind, in my thoughts,
They haunt me everywhere
No matter how far I try to go,
They happen to be there.
Behind all my flashy smiles,
I put on this silly charade
The real me cries behind
This person I've portrayed.
Sweet silence, what is it?
Whispers fill my dark mind
There's no free space for me
In the corners I am confined.
My pathetic life is busting
At its delicate little seams
The ghosts of my life are
The masters of my dreams.