decipher reflections from reality

my parachute didn't open, and when my back up failed, the pixie dust prevailed and i woke up next to you. all i wanted was to hold you. i was born in a city, however small, it held a hospital for location where i came into being. it was all down hill from there. what do you do when your lifes a disaster and you're moving faster and it's getting harder to breathe? what do you say if someone is right but you disagree even if it's the truth? i was told you are depressed by a little bird that was severely hurt, as it did not notice my window. it just flew wherever the wind blows. as it convulsed on the pavement it whispered, "i am hated." "your genetic flaws," i said "say it all. you can't decipher reflections form reality, but neither can i."