sometimes I feel
that I'm not real
like my joy
is a dream
that the happier
version of me
is only an illusion
the happy conclusion
to a fairytale
but nothing ends
the world won't stop
at a happy point
it keeps spinning
and life continues
with ups and downs
you can't stay in the up forever
sooner or later
you'll fall
and that's when the reality of my being
hits me hard
I only feel real when
I'm at the low points
During the high points,
I feel like I'm floating
and eternal
like the moment won't end
but that's a lie
because we all have high points
but then we drop back
to the ground
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Inspirations maybe?
PoesieThis may just be an inspiration for another writer to write about. To create a story that never happened to them built by what others have told them. But these are truths for too many of us.