Nighttime dreams

All the people are here, but it is still only half of it. The other half doesn’t even care. I know them all, but they don’t know me. I don’t behave or act different because I am worth it.

I know them better then they know themself. Altough these people know me since I was a little child, they don’t know how I act or behave. I don’t trust them. I am not putting on an act to like them. That’s insane to me.

Human being by human being they leave the building and all of a sudden there is only a core. Who cares about the people that you only see once a year? There just as irrelevant as the others. Who is really for you there when shit hits the fan? That person doesn’t even sit on the table. They don’t really care. It is almost laughable. Their hollow brains wouldn’t listen for once in their lives, but everyone dares to get a word in. Thankfully as soon as I open my eyes again the people are gone and I am in a different world.

All alone. With a dream on my mind. Is it called a family? I am my own family. I have you and that’s enough for me. I knew that before and today was only a reflection of my thoughts. I care about you more than everyone of them together.