I had this bright idea
A wonderful notion of hopeWhile they stood upon a rickety chair
And held a knotted ropeI stroll along my path
Towards the swaddling lightWhile they stumble haphazardly
And meander out of sightIt's not my business
I keep myself in checkWhile they curl within themselves, alone
A meaningless, hopeless wreckI keep my chin a peak
My nose turned towards the skyWhile they hold themselves afloat
And repeat one simple lieI am entitled to a happy mind
To taking time to unwindA gasping breath, a faltered blow
They're fine, they said soI lead my life with love
I am blessed, not simply from aboveI try to lead my life with love
But there is something I am so sick ofBut these thoughts in my mind
They stick around and I findThese thoughts in my mind
They stick around and I findIt's difficult to believe in my worth
To be believe in what I'm made of
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The Reality Gap
PoetryThe space between truth and lies, reality and imaginary, what you know and what you don't