Books are my World
You don’t understand that books are my world
They are doors to magical lands
To kings and queens
Wizards and witches
Far away from the real world
Far away from the dread
From villains to heroes
I’ve met them all
Away from the drama of high school
And to the drama on a stage
Where Shakespeare’s plays come to life
To places where there is magic all night
Warlocks to dragons
Fairies and dwarfs
To real life scenarios
Lawsuits; school
Most end well
Some end happy not like real life
Where it can end at rock bottom
The cliff to jump from
The knife to plunge
The trigger to pull
Real life sucks
There is drama and hate
Love and war
Confusion clotting the brain
I try to escape
I rip open these doors to get away
A few hours playing hero
Or a villain on the run
Maybe ruling a city
Running into war or battle
I try to get away
All this real life stress
You don’t understand that books are my world
The places I go to get away from it all
So please let me escape
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