Imaginary

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Imaginary

When I get scared,
Or feel alone.
I go to this place,
That I call home.

But where it is,
No one knows.
The view is different,
Where everyone goes.

Tis in my head,
I will admit.
It feels like home,
So there I sit.

Anything,
is possible there.
To a change of clothes,
Or a change of hair.

I create the life,
I wish I had.
To a family,
That's not so bad.

But what I fear,
Is always this.
It's waking up,
From this bliss.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

Emilia’s Poems (17)

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Unreal 0
Mask 0
Found. 2
Fit In 1
Imaginary 0
Destiny 1
Empty 2
Mental Warning 0
Life 0
Distance 1
Keep going 2
God's Tears? 1
Heart 3
Insane? 7
A Game? 9
Dead.... 5
Death or Freedom? 4