Problems. 

What problems? 

There are none that I can see. 

Not when I'm in my headspace,

So please don't disturb me. 

In my head I have close friends, 

No one to make me upset. 

In my head I have it all, 

So I don't want to leave just yet. 

Real life is just so boring, 

So much trial, 

So much pain. 

But in my head, I have it all, 

There's nothing left to gain. 

So, I walk through life without emotion, 

Just relying on a potion

Which I call imagination, 

Where I can get all the sensation. 

My perscription is a dose of fantasy, 

A world of the mind, 

One you can't see. 

Only I can see it. 

But I feel things slipping away...

How do I bury the castle, 

My coping mechanism, 

Before it's too late? 

How do I stop this nonsense before it's my fate?

Will I have the guts to rise against myself?