Annette Medina Poet I do not know?

Dreams

Dreams are fake 
Dreams are real
I hate the way they make me feel.

I dream during the day
I dream during the night
I hate the when I wake up crying and full of fright.

Dreams are cool 
And sometimes fun
But I hate when I dream about holding a loaded gun.

I hate to wake up 
To a tear in my eye
Because my dreams sometimes make me want to cry.

I’m scared to go to sleep
Because of my next dream
I don't want to wake up shouting and screaming.

I want to dream of 
Beauty and have love
I want to forget about the dreams that were full of blood.

I hope my dreams
Don’t come true
Because I wouldn't know what to say or do.

I just want to be happy
In my dreams and in reality
Because I want to remember the good time I spent with family.

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