This Isn't Real?

I’m hearing what you say,

But I don’t think this is clear.

Are you saying that what is reality

Has never been real at all?

What do you mean I do not feel?

Because I am young, I am wrong?

I am too young to feel things,

Things like sadness and love?

And the thoughts in head?

What, are they not real either?

Am I just living one hopeless,

Lifelong delusion with no hallucinogen?

But this is life, and I am not in a coma.

There is no plug to pull on my reality.

Don’t tell me that this isn’t real

Because this is all that I have left in me.

Don’t tell me that this isn’t real

Because if this has never been real,

Then everything I live for is fake,

And I have no ground to stand on.

Don’t tell me that this isn’t real

Because this is all that I have left in me.

Author's Note

I'm gonna be honest, this was wrote in ten minutes, but I feel this way too much not to share. I'm going to try to turn this one into a song.

Reviews

[Ghost writer]

this is very beautiful. I love the truth, people always seem to think you have to be older to KNOW what love is, that children don't know anything about love, but children actually the ones who love the purest, and adults are the ones who poison the kids to the point that they doubt there love, and they grow out of there pureness.

[Dee Cole]

For something written in ten minutes, this is incredible! Your portray your emotions through your writing wonderfully in this poem.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The angst mixed with anger and defiance shines through in this flowing, punchy poem. There is also a feeling of sadness which you have made tangible

[Mercedes Childers]

That's exactly what I was going for! This was just a flow of whatever found itself on the page in my notebook, and that's what was with me.