The made up stories
In my head
Play over and over
As I hide in bed
They are usually lies
I've convinced myself to be
Tangled up truths
A fabricated reality
Seeds of my dreams
These lies take form
A nightmare mirage
An ominous storm
Blackened middles
Many loose ends
Meloncholy forests
Where darkness bends
I want a way out
I want to wake up to see
There is light to my thoughts
There is a hopeful reality
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