A perfect world

A Perfect World
by yours truly

I close my eyes at night,
Try to imagine a perfect world,
A world where I can stand on my own,
Where people are treated with respect and love,
A world where people understand me
And don't just talk to hear themselves.
"I'm here for you" but I open my eyes,
And all I see is this, a world full of pain,Full of deceit, people lying everyday.
They don't understand me--they think they do.
I feel so alone standing in a faceless crowd,
Standing there looking for a friendly face.
I'm suffocating on all these lies,
Why don't they just go away?
This world is nothing to me, not anymore,
Just millions of shattered dreams, lies.
People broken down to pieces so much like me.
I want to make them see, to stand up again,
But I'm held down by life or what's left,I'm left trying to find a perfect world.

OK, I wrote this a few years ago when I was living with my aunt and I felt like complete crap about where I was. And the thing that bothered me most about people is that they tried to get close just so they could figure out what was wrong, which in retrospect is the cause of most of it. Ironic huh? I just got tired of hearing her talk all the time just so she can have her say in what didn't directly involve her in the first place. Angry, you say? Probably a little, I'd been moved away from the place that I had lived since I was a little kid and I left my best friend behind. And even though there were horrible memories there and I should have been grateful to get out, it still hurt to be ripped away from the place that I grew up. In a way I guess I'm glad I got out of there because I wouldn't have gone to the best school, I wouldn't have graduated because my councilors didn't care about me, and I certainly wouldn't have learned a few things about life that I use all the time. I still feel like this world is imperfect and that people talk to hear themselves all the time, but I know enough now to take what they say with a grain of sand and not worry about what they think because I have to take care of myself now. I don't really have many friends because too many people these days are friend whores if you will, they only care about quantity and I can see right through that. But the few friends I do have are the best and they've stood by me when things got tough.