My world

Im in my own little world
Nothing but me and my writting pad
When I scream no-one can here
My own little world is quiet
My imagination runs free
A flying cupcake goes past
My own little world
Where dreams are real
Nightmares are in the dark-side of things
Yet there are vampires and zombies dancing freely
Like I said this is my own little world
filled with laughter and smiles
Hugging trees exist

All this I wish.
But no,
It can only be
in my own little world.