When we are lied to, we hate the liar.
While, really, our lies are what get us through the day.
It's reality that hurts us, in its own way.
We go to work, every morning. We wake up before the sun is in the sky. But... why?
Because we believe that if we go enough times we'll be able to stop and finally enjoy our lives.
What you think important, is it, really? What's better: today, or a tomorrow you are not sure will come?
When reality knocks our front door, we deny their visit. We create our worlds in our minds; the worlds we want to live in. Soon enough, the truth hits us.
It may drive you insane, the truth.
You'll become crazy.
Not from seeing what's not there, no, you do that every day.
It will be from realizing that what you thought you saw was never there in the first place.
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Identity I
PoetryA sequence of poems I made throughout the years. Just something to read when you're bored (I recommend "TIME" and "LOVE POEM?"). If you're looking for emotional, try "SLOUGH" or "ENDS MEAT."
