((Yes, I know this is hetero but I got hit in the face with a block of inspiration and no Yaoi couple would fit it-- by the way, this is from Ukraine's POV))

I love being under the covers of my bed-- Maybe it's an affect from my anxiety, as the doctor says, but it makes me feel safe, and in a way, it makes me feel like I'm in the physical version of my little world.
Everyone calls me delusional, and childish, and so many other things, as I've created a little world in my mind, where there is no war, or hurt, no rejection. Just me and happiness. It's not like I reject the real world, I know it's there, and it's not like my world is a huge delusional. It's nothing but a cut off area where I stay, where I ignore the pain and rejection, and all the other things barreling at me, and I stay happy.
But the thing is that everyone seems so against my world. It's unhealthy, they say. That I can't keep 'running', but I just treat them like the hardships and ignore them, just wanting to stay happy in my world.
But as anyone would guess, they wouldn't stop their advances, of course not, and sometimes it feels as if they are pounding on the walls of my world, trying to knock it down.
But why? Don't they care about my happiness? Why can't they just let me stay here and be happy?
It's not unhealthy. It's not unhealthy to be happy. It's not unhealthy. I won't rot away. It's not unhealthy.
I love being under the covers of my bed, because it feels like I really am in my own little world, safe from harm, and happy... But it also feels as if I'm a fragile glass ball, and that the clumsy and dumb others will come and knock it over, and shatter it.

   The thing is, with my world, I would be happy to let someone in, to let somebody come in and stay happy and safe from harm with me. As many people as there are can come! However, I always stay alone because all the ones that enter my glass ball try to convince me to come out.
They don't seem to understand that they're stuck in their own world too, thinking that their solution is the best, and not realizing that their constant pestering and beating upon the glass only shows me how absolutely hopeless the world is, and makes me want to stay in even more, because, after all, if the world is so bad that everyone wants to destroy a young girl's happiness, then why should I join it?
But...
I found someone.
Who wanted to enter my glass ball, but not to drag me out. Not to claim it was unhealthy, but to do what I'd longed someone to do, to just be there, and live in the happiness with me.
He already has happiness radiating off him in waves, and though all the glass breakers hate him, I don't. He listens to me, and he comforts me, he finds interest in what I like, the things I surround my world in, instead of insulting and trying to destroy it in attempt to drag me out of my world.
He is the thing I've been searching for forever. Ironically, he's the only one who doesn't want to break the fragile glass ball.