When I can't find anything to do, looked in every cranny and nook.
I'll just go over to my trusted shelf, and take out my favorite book.
I'll travel to deserted caves, or fall into traps of doom.
Or maybe I'll find hidden worlds, by just sitting in my room.
Maybe I'll be part of little Oliver's misery, when he asked for ‘more'.
I'll be with him in all ups and downs, looking for an open door.
Or will I act as Dr Watson, in adventures that can rattle old bones.
Investigating in Baker Street, sitting beside Sherlock Holmes.
Or maybe I will fight with Robin Hood, tricking the Sheriff now and then.
Capturing game, having bonfires, sitting beside his Merry Men.
Or maybe I'll sit with Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy, as they sit trying not to give up,
I'll pray for their father, as they learn what it is to grow up.
Or maybe I'll be with Clary, as she sees her whole history blow up,
I'll help her stand with Jace and Simon, help her retrieve the Mortal Cup.
Maybe I'll go to Hogwarts, and learn magic and so much more.
Find out all hidden secrets, in the pensieve with Dumbledore
Or maybe I'm a demigod, my satyr will find me,
I'll fight with my fellow campers, get the greatest victory.
Or will I go as a tribute, fight against all dangerous names,
Start a rebellion, fight back at last, against all in the hunger games.
Or maybe I'll train with the initiates, watch the factions burn against all dreams.
Will I finally accept my divergence? Find the truth about my genes
People say they aren't real, but for me they are
I know my heroes will remain by my side, just like they have so far.
They don't hug me tight when I'm in need, or carefully stroke my hair.
The know they don't need to do that, as long as they are there.
These worlds don't care if I'm poor, they don't care about my looks.
When I'm bored, lonely or depressed, I find a haven in my books…
Whenever the need arise, they are the support that always helps.
When in their world, I can be myself, I don't need anyone else.
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They might be a figment of imagination but the fictional characters often assume a stature which is larger than life and become our role model extending their moral support at times. Thanks. People say they aren't real, but for me they are....they are the support When I'm bored, lonely or depressed, I find a haven in my books…