Snap back to reality

In my head I am awesome.
In my head I have friends who care.
In my head reality becomes just a dream.

Snap back to reality.

Who says your awesome?
What friend actually cares about you?
This is real. You are real. Your sad life is real.

Snap back to reality.

You don’t know what others think.
They hate you. They love you. What is really *real*?
Your surrounded by so many people, but would they even notice if you were gone?
Do they care?

Snap back to reality.

Your nightmare is over.
You know deep inside that your friend are real.
You know that you are good enough.
You know so many people care.

Snap back to reality.

You don’t know anything.
You don’t know their thoughts.
You don’t know if they care.
You don’t know if your good enough.
You don’t know what real and what’s not.
You don’t know.
You don’t know.
You don’t know.

Snap back to reality.

Is reality even real?

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems please, sorry about any errors. This is just some thoughts that went through my head, just poetry.

Reviews

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I like ending and quiet truthful views into reality. We are hurt so many times but yet there is always least one person. Who care about us and our feelings. All this I can feel in your poem. Nicely done.