Imagination

My imagination is the best part of me

My imagination is the scariest part of me

It is filled to the brim

With ideas

They used to just float around

And disappear when I used them

Leaving room for the next

But now, there are too many

Now, they don’t have any room to float

And many end up getting lost

Many are never used

Stuck in a corner

To be ignored forever

Many of the worlds I’ve created in my mind

Have been lost

To my unorganized imagination

But even though much that enters

Is never able to escape,

I love my imagination

I love that my reaction to many of its ideas

Is that I must be absolutely crazy

My imagination is the reason I change so much

Sometimes, it suggests a personality

For one of its many characters

And I decide that’s who I want to be

When you have so many different people

Crowded together in your mind,

You are bound to pick up pieces of them

My imagination is the reason

I make it through the day

It tells me stories

When I start getting bored

It keeps me sane

And is the least sane part of me

At the same time

It is everything I am and more

And I don’t know what I would do without it