Maladaptive Daydreamer

the-demon-pianist:

I’m a maladaptive daydreamer.
I live in two worlds.
I’m on the outside looking in.
But I feel immersed,
Like I’m actually there
But am I?
That’s something that I struggle to grasp.
What is real?
What isn’t?
I don’t care.
It feels good.
Exhilarating.
I paint a picture with my mind.
Write a story in my head.
Film a movie in my conscience.
Characters come alive,
The world fills with colour.
Music fills my ears.
Vivid voices pierce the air.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
And then I snap awake.
The colours fade.
Familiar faces lost.
A dark and dull room.
A deafening silence.
I’m on the inside, looking out.
And I feel alone.
Like I’m alien.
A freak.
Strangers stare.
Was I making a face?
Was I pacing weirdly?
Did I speak my dialogue out loud.
I don’t know. 
Reality is a lonely place.
So I’m gonna close my eyes,
and create a brand new reality for myself.
One that I belong in.
I’m a maladaptive daydreamer,
and I’m addicted to my own mind.