I live in my head,

Writing stories

That will never come true.

Only able to escape my imaginary world

For moments,

Mere moments,

At a time.

I know this isn't normal.

No one else is walking around

With lips silently moving,

Tracing conversations that will never happen.

This is all I know,

What I've been doing since childhood,

Writing stories for my troll dolls.

I can't get out;

Any attempt to stay in reality

Propels me into another story

So fast I don't even realize I'm doing it

Until I've done it.