You're nothing but a dreamer

What's wrong with dreaming? They always said dream big, and when I do you tell me it'll never happen. You say it's impossible, it's illogical, no one would want that these days. Yet when I say I do want that, you laugh in my face. So I'm different than you are, since when was that a bad thing? What's wrong with the old ways? They had some merit, to have survived for so long. It's not such a bad idea. Have so many people laughed at your dreams that you can no longer recall what you wanted and know only what they wanted for you? Have so many people told you that it was impossible that you have started to believe them? No one gave you the right to judge me. No one ever asked you to. You hurt my feelings, you did, but you never realized it. I have thought about it, this isn't a spur of the moment idea. Why are the things I've always wanted so hard for other people to accept, let alone understand? Why are you laughing at my dreams?