Sleep

It’s funny,

I’m awake right now,

But I’m not,

I’m not here,

I’m not on this earth that is draining me,

I’m on a cloud,

With my eyes closed-senses dulled,

I hate looking,

At everyone who has there lives together,

I hate looking,

At everyone who doesn’t,

I hate hearing,

All the mumbles of discomfort and comfort,

And most importantly,

I hate to taste,

The stench of patience others have with me,

When I say something slow,

When my reactions aren’t right,

When I’m so Freaking different that no one wants to be around me,

I want to sleep,

Just sleep and dream about nothing,

An empty space engulfing me with her warm embrace,

As freedom and peace massage my feet,

I want tranquility to braid my hair,

And time to cowardly run from our happiness,

I want laughter to play hop scotch with me in the fields of never land,

And what I want most,

Is sleep.