I like myself better
When the lights are all off
When the mirror is shattered
Tucked away in some box
When all of my thoughts
Are written down on a page
When my very soul
Is free from its cage
I like myself more
When my life, so it seems
Fades to the back seat
To a world made of dreams
When all I can do
Is rise to the skies
My pain is wiped away
The higher my mind flies
I love myself greatly
When the world fades from existence
Imagination is my king
In a world of no substance
Every shape I want
Every color I need
Where to live life to its fullest
One simply must believe
I'm my own best friend
When my pen starts to dance
Spinning and twirling
Tales of adventure and romance
Never must it end
Never need it stop
My pen begins to giggle
As it rotates like a top
I need myself millions
When my worlds begin to call
They praise me, the author
Who saved them from their fall
Only here am I a hero
Only here am I wise
Because though this world is not real
It possesses truth and not lies
I like myself better
Before I put down the pen
Before my imagination leaves
And the world comes back again
For then I'm free to explore
To love, to laugh, to fly
At last I'm simply free
From each tear I need to cry
