I  wake up and realize I am not well.

Nor am I happy or comforted . I am only reassured of the misery that accompanies me day by day.

That's the beauty in fear, the dreams and promises you make are only to become your worst fears.

As I go through the days, my unhappiness is reinforced by broken wishes and unspoken dreams

When the day is over, as I look in the mirror I see a face that is familiar

A face that is not well not happy or comforted .
It is a face that is only reassured of the misery that follows it day by day

And upon darkness as the wishful soul vanishes, more unrequinted hopes and fancies are evoked only to be broken by the first light of day.

I am so glad to be locking up those doors To a house of woes, drama, filth, and ingratitude That was the past and I’m ready for a new home
As I walk around sweeping up the place Thinking about the pain I no longer have to endure I smile, cheek-to-cheek, that I don’t live here anymore
Jiggling my eyes and prancing around with my broom, my mic I don’t even need to play into the details to your risky business Your extreme home makeover was just covering up lies
So long Yesterday To the man I was and the problems you caused I’m moving on, I sing the story

Rhythms & Visions: "Johnny Note" from Babes In Arms https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zfMfRDIXWU

What are dreams
Dreams are nightmares that we allow to surface at dawning of the day
Dreams are those fears that inundate our desires
Dreams are those little particles of angst that seem to linger way beyond our teenage years
Dreams are the unspoken hopes of memories past, that never seem to escape
Dreams are the burdens of our parents who issued the weight of the world upon our shoulders
Dreams are just nightmares, from the darkest corners of our souls, that we allow ourselves to recognize, if only for the slightest moment of hope.