I live in my own little world
but its ok, they know me here
I live in my own little world
because in the real one I’m full of fear
I live in my own little world full of doodles, stories, poems
anything that will keep me safe from the monsters under my bed
I live in my own little world that wont hurt me, at least in my head
My best friends are my make believe creatures that are featured
in my never ending struggle because in the end I’m the hero of the story
I live in my own little world because in this one I don’t have to say I’m sorry
I don’t have to be sorry for drifting off to a land where I’m not chastised or neglected
alienated or rejected
where my soul is not infected
in a world where I can put a band aid on my heart and stitch it up
because in the your world, everyone wrecked it
The ugly words that people use to describe me… keep me up at night as I look upon the mirror and I question what is wrong with me?
Yet I wonder if the other kids go through the same things when they get to their homes
because the painful bruises from these words they use are more painful then any physical ones they might inflict
So I’d rather have them use sticks and stones
So as I travel to my world I can imagine going back
So I travel to my world I will not miss the attacks
In my world I am the hero with super powers that make me forget the hours of my night filled tears, my super power keeps away the fears
that deflect the insults off my chest plate
like 45 caliber full metal jackets filled with hate
Cannot define what is mine and who I am and with my new found powers I will not have to wait for you to like me
I will not spend my nights staring at my pen or my razor blade wondering which one to pick up
because either one creates lines that hurt so deep that leave me wondering if it is time to
just give up
I wanna go back to my safe place where I don’t have to cover my face from the tyrants don’t know of the hell they’ve created because kids will be kids
so no one has a clue of the pain I’m in cuz I know that even they don’t care
so I’ll escape and I’ll go back to live in my own little world
but its ok
cuz they know me there
-Juan Muniz
