RealityA Poem by Tina
In my head,
I am true. I am genuine, I am who I aspire to be. But I am always drawn back, Back to the real world. The world full of misery, and pain, and morbid society. I am not scared, Of this real world. I am only crestfallen. There is no use in being scared of something that is inevitable. But I cannot disregard this repugnant population. So I retreat, back to my head. Back to my head I go, Where happiness is more common than murder and crime.
© 2015 TinaAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on May 9, 2015 Last Updated on May 9, 2015 AuthorTinaMDAboutA photographer and writer for many years, I contemplate life through writing while I listen to rock and folk music. Talk to me on twitter @tinamholsapple more..Writing
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