Stories

Right now, on the road Bored, with nothing to do All I have is my thoughts But all those do is make me sad So instead, I write I imagine and dream I come up with this story I wish were true But in reality, it was only a dream I was this girl I had a family and friends People who understood me People who cared I didn't have to hide my tears Behind a smile I didn't have to hide my feelings Behind a laugh I could be me Without judgement I could be me And not have to come up with a story that explained my absence But all to soon, I get snapped out of it I am at my destination and back into reality