Mind games

What if living in dreams was possible?
Demolish the walls of sorrow,
Plant gardens of memories,
Beautiful ones.
Paint a castle in happy colors.
So far from the burdens of living
From the struggle to sustain alive.

Only by overcoming reality we could create our own paradise.
The pain we feel  every single moment
Everytime we become aware of our existence.
We ran bankrupt on fake smiles so that no one could notice.
Notice what you wonder?
our sufferings,
that eye of pity that you give
The basic judgement of unawareness.
I'd like to ask , how much can you see with those eyes ?
You estimate us to be a bundle of flaws.
Not a step beyond what a camera could see.
furthermore, those of your kind belittle the existence of the soul,
Presume anything that's outward the appearance is secondary.
they shoot with their words , your people.

Mouths pointed like guns ,spitting letters in the form of bullets.
You all just can't keep quite.

Reality makes it even tougher, as it narrows the opportunities ,our hope is being limitated , eliminated to nothing.

We are trapped in a prison,
Its bars are made of melted steel.
Fire is all around,
We sit kindled by the circumstances of an unfortunate fate.
Ultimately , we find in our dreams a way to escape
We strive to evacuate from this hellish place, to a haven built in humanity's fading twilight.
Created by our subconscious
It seems like the only way we have to fight back.
The atrocities never seem to end,
But we can still fall asleep again.
Can we truly live in our dreams?
delusional or not, could a temporary illusion become our main reality?