Reality

by tami   Nov 30, 2008


She's finally lost control,
Her identity,
Her soul,
She hid in the pages of her books,
Pretending they were real,
Getting constant looks,
Then with a sudden "smack!" reality hit,
She can't run, can't hide,
Just wait, and try not to have a fit,
How does one fly with broken wings?
She's tired of being mad,
The proof lies under her eyes in dark rings,
A dream world suits her just fine,
Reality is to cruel,
If only it could shine,
Life is the ultimate sin,
A game with no rules,
That you're expected to win,
Yet she still sits there smiling,
Despite all the broken dreams,
Realities burdens still piling.

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  • 15 years ago

    by tami

    Thanks :) it's been awhile since we talked Kewl