And what is sleep

But a rest from reality?
Where can I go to hide from these feelings?
Half in fantasy, half in waking,
I find myself wandering down a dangerous path.
Who will catch me when I fall?
Or will I fall back to sleep?
Only time will tell where this path leads,
Lest I wake in true
And discover that it's all a shame.
A real shame, a hurting shame,
A crying shame,
A shame I wear in broad daylight.
I want to ask to not be judged,
But that's not really the problem.
Really, I just wish I knew
Exactly what to do.