• All fantasy dreamt to keep me
    Sustained, entertained at the thought
    of what I wanted was real.
    'Construing fiction into nonfiction,
    Thoughts into tangible feelings, feelings
    not meant to be, but desired..
    Desires desperately begging to be
    fulfilled..
    To grasp my wants by the arms
    and shake them from that
    forsaken tree that teases me, so high I
    don't reach
    The boundaries that keep me held down
    by the World,
    My mind.
    Rooted, planted are my feet, soul.
    To lies.
    Fake happyness.
    I tell myself that it'd get better,
    Placate my emotions,
    Level my heart rate. I'd lie to believe
    what I Want is what I Need and what
    I need is the only thing
    that matters more than anything,
    anyone,
    or any other possible possibility
    of having to deal with reality.
    I'm saying I'd rather face the
    Disappointment of lied false hopes,
    than the Reality that I'll never
    get what I Want, including
    You..