NaPoWriMo Poem #3

I use my dreams as an escape,
As many others do.
Life becomes too much
For me to bare,
So I slip away
To my most familiar place
That can shield me
From the horrors
Of the world around me.
It is there,
In my dreams,
Where I wander so freely.
Everything lies under
My control;
Nothing is able to
Catch me offguard.
Although I know
It's never real,
[It's all just fake fantasies]
I belong in this world
Of make-believe
More than I do
In reality.

I'm a dreamer
Caught up
In her own dreams;
I think
I'm meant to be
The dream,
Though.

So, if trying to escape from
My reality,
I die in my dreams,
I'll be as content as can be.