For as long as I can remember, no one ever seemed to care.
My mom left my dad when I was two, since then he's never been there.
Mother works a full-time day job, and then a part-time one at night.
No one's ever really here for ME, somehow it doesn't feel right.
I go to school five days a week, the least popular kid in class.
Bullies seem to thrive on me, the easiest, I suppose, to harass.
My friends have all abandoned me. Why? I really couldn't say.
I feel as though I'm invisible, at least that's how I feel today.
But at night I get out my books, and they take me to worlds unknown.
I find myself fantasizing; here I thrive, no longer alone.
I've flown to the moon, spent time on Mars, and traveled back to the past.
I've run with the wolves, lived on a farm, partied down and had a blast!
Oh, how I wish to prolong such dreams, to live here in these sweet realms.
To reside in my dreams where reality fades, where I get to sit at the helm.
But the morning bell rings, time to get up, grab a muffin and off I go.
Back to the world I've come to abhor; I'm a shadow in a reality show.