A Wandering Soul's Conviction

Here I am, in my feelings again; Every word spoken, actions taken— It all get on my nerves. Smiley face cuz I've mastered that; An unbreakable facade—insecurities at every turn; To remind me that perfection is just an ideal made to motivate; but all it as done is constantly remind me of my shortcomings and inability to climb beyond the social barrier that confines me . Dreams provide a realm or possibilities— in it I'm free, so I'm always in my head. So what if it's unhealthy Atleast I find some kind of clarity— So what if it disconnects me from reality, and everything–everyone around me!!! did you not hear the part where i said im free. Free from all the cares of this life— pain and agony, deceit and betrayal, discrimination. All the pressure just dissappears. The very utopia we've tried to build for centuries is possible with the unison of thoughts and feelings so pure. It's not out of willingness that I vacate from the world of reality; for it is the world that banished me from it's territory, it is the world that dismisses me not I unto the world.