Something's Wrong

It happened when I was 9. I was dreaming yet I was awake. I wasn't daydreaming but I was in it. I realized I could control it. I grew up using this coping mechanism. My Father and Mother never liked the fact that I was gay. I was forced to like girls and date one. I was f4ur!33n when I ran away. I went into the forest. And ran and ran and ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran And ran. I ended up doing the Fantasixe thing. When I "Woke up" I was still there quietly standing against the wall. I had to be dreaming. But when he threw himself into me, I felt a slight pain. My fantasixes were real. I stared at him I had shown a brief glimpse of surprise but now my gaze was unreadable. He practically jumped for joy and said "I knew you had some type of emotion up in that mind of yours!"

Something's wrong. It just hasn't happened yet.