Trapped in Two Worlds

Opening a book is like being strapped into a straight jacket,
While being dragged through an insane asylum.
Worlds with mesmerizing glass castles,
Countries where I must fight for my life,
Places controlled by personality,
Cities where at any moment death could call me on my phone,
Forests engulfed with beautiful creatures like pegasus and dargons,
Camps where I can meet the the gods that once towered over Ancient Greece,
Where I can learn about the tough lives people have to face.
It all drowns me.
My lungs burst as they fill with water.
I meet people who connect with me like paper and glue.
I entered a dog sled race to beat the all time champion. 
I travel to the moon and overthrow the tyranny queen that wants to invade Earth.
I become a wildcard in a video game championship run by a power-hungry, manipulative creator.
I race through the shadows as the king’s secret cavalry.
I dance through the Netherlands even though cancer could shatter my boyfriend and me.
I race through the Ozarks with my two beagles by my side. 
But I am just a shadow.
I follow along as these great people take me on adventures.
But I am there.
Grief shoots me in the heart as my friends perish.
Blown up by bombs from the Capitol.
Gutted by criminal lords. Their skin is a pair of distressed jeans. 
Old age consuming their bodies.
Being crushed by a golden automaton.
Their ashes choke me.
My eyes become an ocean.
Their ghosts haunt my friends and I as we attend their funerals. 
They deserved more. 
They deserved better.
I am approaching the edge of the world.
I try to hold on to the last pages,
The last words,
The passion and creativity that electrifies the story,
The friends I made along the way,
The worlds of beauty and wonder,
And the adventures that took place.
I cannot forget them.
I will not forget them
Someday I will return and replay the events.
Instead I plummet into reality.
But my mind was left behind.
I am left trapped in two worlds.