Dreamer

When they hold her hand,
She is not there,
When they are speaking
Her thoughts are elsewhere

For she is a dreamer
Of a world far away
Where is truly happy
Where she enjoys each day

They know what her dream is
They see it in her smile
That smile that creeps upon her face
The smile of denial

This dream is a blanket
Over her cruel life
At least dreams are better
Than turning to her knife

At least she is happy
But for how long?
How long till this world comes crashing down
Then where will she belong?