Reality

I know how harsh reality can be.

How your entire self itches for an end, 

Yet your body is terrified of not being your shell. 

How you wish for more perfect ways,

Yet your reality cages those wishes in an abandoned cell. 

How you yearn to not be a freak, forever reminded of why you don't fit in,

Yet the ones that call themselves humans are the reason why you loose blood cells.

I know how harsh reality can be. 

How the ones that say they care don't notice much. 

They say that you look fine, even when you're dead inside. 

I know how harsh reality can be.

Reviews

[Roger Turgeon]

Perception is reality...thanks for the look at the world through your eyes and mind.