Everyone is happy,
There is no violence,
We all live in peace,
And no one feels anger or sadness.
I live a perfect life,
I never feel anxious,
I confess my feelings to a crush,
And he likes me back.
He takes me out on cute dates,
He falls in love with me,
He marries me,
And we live a long life together.
But in the end
None of it is real
And it's nothing but a frivolous dream,
Twisting my mind
And corrupting it
Into the deception that it could be a reality.
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I'm feeling pessimistic and lazy, so tomorrow's poem will sound very familiar.
8/29/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
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