Sad.
It's sad that every time I imagine something,
It ends happily but then I realize
It's Not Real.
None of it is.
The ending,
The love story,
The happily ever after.
It's All Fake.
Like my life.
My life is just a story that I can't control.
I can't even control my dreams.
Not even my body and especially my emotions.
My World Is Just A Figment Of My Imagination.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
