Crazy dreams

She’s the girl who stands alone in the crows of masses, and it’s those masses that call her a freak and crazy.  But what they don’t know is that she hates to go home, because they don’t know at home she has a mom that calls her a waste of space, that says the she hates to see her face.  And her dad is just a drunk man who can’t seem to control his back hand and leaves permanent bruises on her face and then spits on her and calls her a disgrace.  Yet still she tucks them in and cleans up their mess for the hope of meeting her parents standards that haven’t ever been set.  But upon returning to school she is at the top of her class.  The only thing she seems to fail at is finding friends that will actually like her and not say they are friends and then turn around and call her crazy.  Now their definition of crazy is just a picture of her bruised face, now all she can think and say is “I’m not crazy.  I’m not crazy.  My reality is just different than yours because you are just looking through closed eyes and shut doors.”  She found her self longing for a new reality, one that she reads that helps her to fall asleep, it’s because when she sleeps she dreams.  She dreams of her perfect family, one where her dad doesn’t drink and her mom doesn’t spite her.  But in the morning she awakens with tears in her eyes saying,”It’s crazy.  It’s crazy, I know.”  So she will make a book of her own, and write down all of her dreams and all the things that she wishes could be.  With a red pen she will title it her “Book of Dreams” but nothing is more crazy than dreaming when you only wake up to reality.  — jas

Epic Escape

Epic Escape (Photo credit: Zavarykin Sergey)

One more by my youngest. 
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About Yousei Hime

This is the journal of a poetic rabbit. Within the warren you'll find poetry, short stories, essays, art, book and movie reviews, and other odds and ends. If you happen to meet the fey princess, be courteous. This rabbit did and was forever changed.
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11 Responses to Crazy dreams

  1. stimmyabby says:

    Wow. It’s a great poem.

  2. brian miller says:

    ugh. an all too real story…the going home to a place where you are hated, told you are nothing…i am glad she has that book…and i hope too that it becomes a reality much better than what has been afforded to her…how many are like this…quite a few…

    • Yousei Hime says:

      brian,
      Too, too many. I’m finding that out. I really appreciate you commenting on his writing. I know from your writing and commenting that you have personal insight into young people’s struggles. I appreciate what you share.

  3. mareymercy says:

    He has an ear for language – a lot of interesting slant rhymes and rhythms worked into this.

  4. slpmartin says:

    Wow…excellent write and quite poignant.

  5. Oh my Yousei … your son is an extraordinary young man. And at this point I am not even making a comment upon his writing. You must be a very proud mother.

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