Reality

They always tell me to come back to reality, but I do not know what 'reality' is. Is it pain? is it anger? The feeling of waking up in the same world and doing the same thing day after day? I like my version of the world better. My world is ever changing. When I was a child it was filled with fairies and unicorns and magic. Now it is filled with endless possibilities and hopes and dreams. This world may be a dream in it self but it is 'real' to me and what everyone else calls reality, I do not want to be a part of. Reality is whatever you want it to be.