Utopia

Sometime, I just want to be out.

Out of this world

Into my own.

My own personal reality.

Where stress isn't real

And pressure isn't necessary.

A utopia of my own making.

Feelings don't get hurt,

Hate is nonexistent.

All of the problems of this world

Cease to exist in my own.

Maybe, one day,

Maybe tomorrow,

My own utopia will come to take me away.