Fractured Fantasy

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I was alright, for a while,

for a time I thought I might

even be happy.

It seemed that I had what I wanted,

some friends, a reason to wake up,

a feeling that I added something positive

to the universe.

I was alright, for a while,

but then damned reality

had to force itself in.

The proverbial scales fell from my eyes,

I was confronted with the truth,

not filtered with concern for my feelings

or my sanity.

Most of my friends didn’t like me,

but rather they loved what I could do for them,

the rest never called or wrote

unless they needed something.

My needs were of no import,

my desires never met.

I was small, inconsequential,

of minimal impact.

Not only was I not adding something positive

to the world around me,

I was a negative influence,

bringing darkness and sorrow.

Reality had sapped my will

to wake up every morning,

so here I lie, and dream,

dream of a fading, fractured fantasy

that once was my reality.

Just lie here and dream,

until I finally fade away.