A Trip through Spacetime

Reality

I was living my life. Actively.
Shaping my own destiny and vigilant for any changes or mistakes
I very carefully kept watch to not let anybody mess with it. I had my reality, my world. I had created it and I was maintaining it. I was confident in myself that I was the one who had made all of this. I trusted myself with the upkeep and security of my world. I was proud of myself for the work I'd done and I thought myself clever for not having let anybody fuck it up. It was my life and I would do with it what I wish.

But then, suddenly one day the carpet was pulled from under me. I was shown that my world had been altered by external forces. It had been messed with. The maintenance that I thought I was doing so diligently was simply being used as a cover for the underlying weeds. The guards I had maintained turned out to be facing the wrong way the whole time without even knowing that there was another direction to face. The pride I had in my world was given to me by meddlers to keep me sated so I wouldn't realise their meddling.
And now I am left ashamed, untrustworthy, insecure, having created nothing to call my own. Simply a puppet.
I stopped being real
A fool.