Imagined

I am a figment of my
imagination
waiting in the wings
for the daydream
where I win
say the right things
and live the fairytale
but the dreaming
can not
does not
materialise
as reality
sets in
and breaks down the barriers
until the dream life mirrors real life
and people die
dreams shatter
clothes refuse to fit
and loneliness
oozes
into waking hours

still I do not exist
I am waiting
for the day dreaming
to be allowed again

I am waiting for
imagination
to shatter the mirror and
be real.