My Day Dream

Sitting, day dreaming about everything, is life really what it seem? People fail to relize, the struggle I hold inside. Not understanding the complications of being me. Suffering the everyday consequences, striving to see. The womb of everlasting strength broken and misled. Why must it be me to feel such dread, but not only dead; in the mind i fed all the wrong things, but shouldn't have said. Give me peace of mind, Give me strength to go on. For I have a purpose here, just not to live long. But as I open my eyes in a sweat, I sream, and relize it's only my day dream.