Every time a dream bubble pops into my head, inevitably it eventually ruptures.
With every rupture comes a wave of clarity, the sharp stabbing force of my painful reality.
The lies that I have told myself to remain sane in a normal world.
The truths that I hide from myself because they are too painful to accept.
The feelings I push aside and ignore just to make it through the day.
I reach out and am taken advantage of once again.
Inside the next bubble quick and escape this reality.
One day I will come back and visit reality again.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
