A Sonnet Consumed by Thoughts' Wanderlust

To be ignored, denied, and tossed aside.
A numbing pain, one I know far too well.
Not to be let in but told, "Stay there: outside."
Not merciful or nice but not yet "hell"

I have an active imagination
and nothing makes sense around these parts.
There seems to be some exaggeration
which is good if you're swimming in the arts:

or writing some terrible poetry
with relaxed complex structures ev'rywhere
not rhyming at all or correctly
throwing the introduced theme to the air:

To sleep, to dream, to do nothing at all.
To fly, to wander, to break down the wall.