False Realities

It's about finding my way in life

I’ve spent my whole life believing in false realities.

Believing that it would be a beautiful day,

only to have it pour rain.

Believing that I could do something,

only to have it fail before my eyes.

Believing I could trust people,

only to have them walk away without turning back.

Believing that I knew what love was,

only to find that it was never there.

Believing that I could be someone,

only to be shut down and brushed off.

After years of searching and looking,

I found that these false realities

barely count as a reality,

they were always dreams.  

Things I longed to have be true,

but weren’t.

Things weren’t hidden from me,

I was hiding from the truth.

I never wanted to face the truth,

it was much better to live a fantasy.

But after years of living in that fantasy,

I want to find the real world,

find the beauty in the rain, and not long for the sun,

find the beauty in failure, and not always expect perfection,

find the beauty in hurt, and know that someone better will come along,

find the beauty in searching, and know that finding it will be bliss,

find the beauty in solitude, and discover peace within myself.

I’m tired of hiding from the truth,

living a fantasy,

for a while, it was fun, and wonderful.

But then I grew up.

I found I needed more,

now I know what I need,

and I know that to find it I must be strong.

I’ll always have the fantasy, if I want to go back,

but for now,

the real world is where I belong.