Random

I fall asleep as I head off into a dream,
Where many things happen that have never been seen.
I feel like I'm a target by everyone inside,
So I just cover my face up with my hands to hide.

Hiding; is it what I should do?
After all this and what I've been through?
What will it do for me? Where will it get me?
Hiding will never ever just set me free.

I will stand, I will fight,
I will be the one using my might.
After defeat I lay to rest,
I can't accept that I may just be the best.

More days, more hard times,
While making this up, hoping it rhymes.
Time alone, time away,
Getting weaker, day by day.