The Dreamer

The worst day of my life
appeared before my eyes,
as swiftly as the wind,
as silent as my cries.

The day they found my secret
was the day they strapped me down.
They wanted color - beauty -
but my world was black and brown.

Before, the world was vibrant
and I lived my life in bliss.
My secret once was special;
My secret here is this:

Everything I dream
becomes reality.
They make me sleep for their rewards
and all the waste is me.