I walk the streets alone

with no one by my side to share my thoughts

so, I let my thoughts drift

and I find myself walking in a world of dreams

where others know me, and I am safe

where I matter

I am important

where others speak and laugh and share with me

and sometimes even joke with me

where others invite me to spend time with them

and maybe even share their experiences

I dream of being somebody

I pretend that I am

I wear my masks and I act the part

and in my fantasy, I am at least a little happier

for a moment

or for a time …

till I turn the corner to find myself back at my door

that clearly reminds me

that when I walk through

my fantasy bubble explodes

and reality tells me

that without a doubt

I am alone

and no one knows