In a world all our own
We ponder unknown things
Far above what was sown
We pull on the strings
Of fantasy and reality
To make ourselves kings
Until something breaks our vanity
A revelation appears
To shake our insanity
For delusion is our fuel
To escape from our fate
And when reality is cruel
We realize we are too late
Our lives were decided
On a long gone date
And for dreams we are chided
By truths awful hate
That my fantasies were the only thing left
And I lied:
About qualities of which I am bereft
And when the illusion died
I realized the theft
Of an entire life
By hands that were deft
In matters of strife
Because its my hands that did this
My own damn hands that convinced me
That my life could ever be bliss
And then I looked around to see
Just what it was like
To be this stupid thing called me
So I struggled with my psyche
Letting lying thoughts set me free
Telling me its alright
But its time to stop
Because reality is in sight
YOU FUCKING IDIOT
YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU’D GET THERE?
HA! ITS SO FUNNY YOU THOUGHT THAT
DON’T YOU FUCKING GET IT?
YOU WERE NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
YOU WERE ALWAYS SUCH A FAILURE
YOU PATHETIC MORONIC COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT LOSER
JUST GET IT OVER WITH, YOU FUCKING WEIRDO FREAK
NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE
DO IT!!!
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To whom do you speak. Dare to answer. Ah yes people love to make assumptions, they are nearly always wrong but it suits them to believe cuz to not believe would require them to admit they were wrong.