I wish you'd open your eyes and see
but I like your blindness better.
It kills me inside,
but your blindness is safe.
I don't need to hide in the shadows,
just have my feelings locked away.
Away from the prying eyes
and accusing stares.
Everything about it is wrong,
but I don't care.
My fantasy world gives me comfort,
a dream that will never come true.
I'd rather live in my dreamland
instead of my real life.
Everything makes sense there,
while here I'm walking aimlessly,
so lost and confused on where I'm going.
Whenever I find a direction
it becomes distorted,
and I can not recognize the way I'm going.
I feel insane but won't admit.
Its my little secret,
locked away in the container of my feelings.
Its your blindness helps me,
stops me from overflowing.
Your blindness feeds into my dreamland,
it builds up my fantasy
that I run away to.
So I could say I hate your blindness,
but I need your blindness
here with me.