Reword the fantasy

I dreamed that scribbled in a notebook strange little drawings.
and then everyone stared me rudely and continued to ask:
"Why are you wasting your time? Fun like us ...!"
In my mind I had a nest where I invented a world of my own.
But I felt say "you're weird."

When I fell down a ravine,
powered by insults and screams...
I was the only one,
that wore a pair of silver wings
for escape to real cruel world.

Now i woke up for this dream
and I have a light in my mind:
even if all became black and white
i can paint to blue, pink and yellow... like in my mind.
I dont want lose my fantasy
for live in a really fake world.

*she is not a stupid thing that bring only kids,
she is a muse inside my heart...*