Unreal

I wrote this poem one day, after noticing how I am truly different from others.

I am unreal

I live in a world where people waste the time they have

They spend endless hours working on endless task

Hoping for a break, hoping for it to stop

Never knowing that it is never ending

But I am unreal

 

I am unreal

I live in a world with people who shed tears that should be kept

Wasting their words because they are unlimited

Speaking lies, holding a “straight face”

Never knowing it is untrue

But I am unreal

 

I am unreal

I live in a world with people who would die to be with someone

Living only for the purpose of “falling in love”

Just looking for him, or her

Never truly knowing what love is

But I am unreal

 

I am unreal

I do what I love, what I need to, with what little time I am given

I do not know how much I have, but I know I will not waste it trying to find out

I realize when I have had enough, and just because you don’t see it, it doesn’t mean I don’t stop

I may hold back when I am with you, but no one needs to know how broken I am

They don’t deserve it, the pleasure of knowing my weakness, and taking advantage of it

I will not be fooled by the things I am told, I know what is true to me

So, I ask, am I really unreal?

Author's Note

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