I had a dream

I had a dream, a beautiful dream that felt like a nightmare. The green grass caught in my toes it felt so real, like a walk in the park. I had a dream i shared my hidden scars with the world and it showed me its sympathy in return. I could hear the annoying sound of the old swing, it felt so real. I had a dream i had a visible scar, real to everyone who looked at me, i could feel the dozen pair of eyes staring at me, the faint at heart had the pairs that felt terrified of me, so much i was terrified for me.
I was scarred by a monster and the world saw me as a monster, the emotions felt so real and i begged, “please let this be a dream”. I had a dream my hidden scars made me a survivor but the scars on my face made me monster. I was taking a walk in a beautiful park, but the world felt so ugly, it hated me because of my scars, like pain that is not hidden is not real pain. I had a dream the world hated me for the scar on my face because i reminded them of how evil the world really is. I had a beautiful dream where i was proud of my scars but the world hated me for not hiding my pain.
So i woke up and i was not sorry.