My Imaginary World

I don't care what you say,
I know I'm not sane,
this is my world,
and you can't control me here,
this is my imaginary kingdom,
and I decide what happens,
my father abused me as a child?
that's not real anymore,
ignorance is bliss,
and I plan to keep it that way,
I don't live in this rapid chaos your reality,
I've built my own world,
so that I can escape,
I sit in my dark barren room,
and I try to make the dying black roses,
livly once more,
but dead or alive,
the thorns will still sting,
I'm used to pain though,
it seems I enjoy it,
but I am not alone in my world,
the sunshine and gentle breeze listen to my worldly troubles,
and say it's foolish to worry,
about such torment, people, and pain,
about just how badly it realy hurts,
when I can sit here peacfuly,
in my field of paper flowers,
and so they tell me,
that this world I speak of,
simpley doesn't exist,
and so I believe them,
and they are my friends,
and as I fall sleep,
the moon tells me goodnight,
and I dream of you world,
a terrible nightmare thatI dream every night,

I'm happy here,
for once in life,
as the raindrops fall,
the sun is still out,
and together they dance,
who needs reality?
I am happy here,
and I will not let you,
take my world of dreams away,
so that you can shodow it pain.