Dare I dream of things I love, for many do not understand.
Risking how People think of me, a risk I,m willing to take.
Everyone seems to be a critic, bound to surly bare it.
All that is left for me, is found memories.
Mirror images of what I hoped to be, for only God understands me.
Slowly fading from me, are the dreams I loved to dream.
By R.D. Jess