you’d know her,
she’s the quiet girl that used to speak up in class.
But now she’s the daydreamer,
that you think is creepy.
She’s the girl, who hides her tears
never shows her fears.
She’s a daydreamer,
and our perfect world is her nightmare called
reality.
She never smiles, not even when
the entire class is laughing.
some think she doesn’t get the joke;
some ask is she’s stupid, or just not fun.
And they're some that say, she’s everything I never want to become.
But what you don’t know is that,
she was just like you.
She smiled brightly;
she spoke politely;
she even dressed nicely.
She’s a daydreamer,
and her nightmare is
reality.
And though she tries to be invisible,
She’s still noticeable,
noticeable to those who act perfect.
And everyday, she does the same routine.
she tries to hide, to be invisible.
But as a fellow daydreamer she should know that,
invisibility is your nightmare in reality.
- Author: Rebecca (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 11th, 2017 11:52
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem over a year ago while in my history class.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 33
Comments1
We can get lost in our daydreams, but reality will always catch us. Very well written Beckii!
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