Been stuck in hell, alone, my dreams seemed too far away to believe them to be real, but they were my only anchor to hope, so even if I didn't really believe in them, something inside of me still didn't want me to let go of them. Freedom, peace. You say you love me, that you support me, but how is it real love when you only love me as long as I go along with the moral values you've been taught to believe in? You're giving me conditions, lies. I don't want to believe in these lies. We don't need a reason to be worthy of love. Because unconditional love is truth. Maybe you stopped believing in truth. You act as if you were the most sober people of society, and yet you treat me as if I were a waste of space, a minor living being, because I don't go along with your moral values, because I am not sober. Because I have different dreams than you. But very quickly I gave in, I said to myself, yes, it's true, I am a waste of space. You are better, I am worse. So I believed in what I've been taught and I forgot about truth, too. I am a waste of space because I don't think the same way you do. But eventually, I woke up from reality, and I knew that my dreams haven't been so worthless, because my dreams were my guides to a better place. A place made of freedom and peace. A place where blame and comparison is just a childish game and where hell is the unreal dream and my dreams are real.