With all these lies,
Between fairy tales,
I do apologize,
If your fantasy fails.
But avoid the bitterness,
Beware the pain,
Try to hold on to the sweetness,
Who knows if you'll stay sane?
It's fine though,
I understand.
Dreams will flow,
Through your fingers like sand.
I wish for fairy tales too.
I have desperate hopes and dreams.
But I'm let down just like you,
And then I break at the seams.
Fairy tales from our youth,
And fantasies we want to believe,
Tend to muddy up the truth,
And it's a new reality we conceive.
But who'd have the mercy abound,
To let us stay in our world?
Fantasies we created or found,
So that our wings unfurled.
But we're not allowed to fly,
At least that's what we're told.
No matter how hard we try,
We can't be so bold.
So wither away in reality,
Lose yourself in the game,
Ever fearing their brutality,
When in reality we're all the same.
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.