MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMING
When an escape route becomes an addiction
I spend my days wandering
between fantasy and reality.
'maladaptive daydreaming'.
The scientists lurking about on
google, says, in pages, and wikipedia,
that I suffer from Avoidant Personality Disorder.
They call it addictive, this floating in between.
But leave me no suggestions,
nothing to fill the gaping hole daydreams fill,
nothing to accompany me, hold me back
from the life of death waiting to embrace me.
I long to see one of them, ask them
what I should do when tears threaten to fall,
when depression comes whispering, when
pain comes with its loving arms to hug my soul.
I spend my days longing to tell someone
but Pain shouts "no one will hear".
Tired, I agree and sink back into fantasy
because my character has it all;
likeability, strength, self esteem and friends
to help them
overcome maladaptive daydreaming.
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Will Shimnom Simon
Always the poet... Never the poem.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall7 days ago in Fiction
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This is sad poem, like someone being trap / stuck